#ficmas 2024

[retrosabers]

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

FICMAS DAY 3: GIFT-GIVING

bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: as bucky’s secret santa, you’re determined to give him the best christmas present he’s ever received.

contains: grumpy buck fluff, some angst, idiots who are crushing hard, swearing

word count: 2.4k

a/n: this is a long one i’m apologizing in advance

i am SO SORRY for crickets in the ficmas department the past week, i hit a big brick wall with this and i’ve been so all over the place with my own holiday planning and such that i ended up having to cut the masterlist in half because i knew i couldn’t get it all done. i’m very sorry to anyone who was looking forward to what got scrapped, but i couldn’t bring myself to rush through writing and put out something i don’t believe it my best work.

also, do people even want avengers fix it fics anymore?? i debated between the “everything is fine the team lives at the compound together” vibe and setting this post tfatws, but ultimately decided the former was easier to write. and i think it worked in my favor because this turned out really cute :)

!! divider by @strangergraphics !!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

your heart feels like it’s going to burst out of your chest.

who’s idea was this again? wanda? tony? steve? it didn’t matter anymore. all that mattered right now was that you didn’t pass out in the elevator. a feat that was becoming more and more difficult the closer you got to your destination.

a secret santa is supposed to bring you joy, not near paralyzing anxiety.

at first, you were 100% on board with participating in a gift exchange. as much as you wanted to shower all of your teammates with presents galore, not everyone shared the same sentiment, and thus the idea of a secret santa was proposed.

excitement courses through your veins as you reach your hand into the cheap santa hat tony grabbed from god knows where in storage, with little pieces of paper containing the names of your fellow avengers. you decided to wait until you were back in the privacy of your room to open it up, afraid of any wandering eyes taking a peak. the last thing you wanted was the element of surprise to be stripped away. it was half the fun after all.

as sam pulls the last name, you quietly excuse yourself and all but rush upstairs, too eager to get in the holiday spirit and brainstorm. as soon as the door shuts behind you, you hurriedly reveal the contents of the paper.

if it’s natasha, i can get her a pair of ballet slippers. she’s been mentioning how she wants to start dancing again.

what about bruce? maybe a journal for all his ideas? he always seems to be losing sticky notes in the lab.

a million different ideas swirl around in your head, reminding you just how much joy this time of year brings. to you, there was nothing better than seeing the gleeful looks on people’s faces when they opened their gifts. the corners of your mouth turn up at the memory of your first christmas with the team. how shy and reluctant you were, afraid of going overboard. now, a few years later, you’re completely unabashed in showing just how much you care about them.

your bright smile morphs into a deep frown as you unfold the paper.

bucky barnes.

quite possibly the most difficult person you could’ve chosen.

to be clear, there’s nothing wrong with bucky. he may be a bit grumpy and standoffish, but it’s with good reason and you know it. that also doesn’t change the fact that he’s going to be impossible to try and shop for.

what do you get for the man who seemingly despises anything the modern world has to offer? the same man who you’re 99% sure hates your guts. come to think of it, how did you even pull him? he most definitely wasn’t downstairs 20 minutes ago when everyone scribbled down their names and tossed them in tony’s direction.

it was irrelevant now. you were stuck being his secret santa, and you’d be damned if you didn’t give james buchanan barnes the best christmas gift he’s ever gotten in his century-long lifetime.

the two weeks it took to come up with an idea sure felt like a century. if it wasn’t for the concerning amount of snooping you did, you’d probably be showing up empty handed. thankfully, at almost 1 in the morning on a random tuesday, a lightbulb went off in your brain. you scrambled bright and early the next day to go shopping, and by some lucky form of divine intervention, you acquired the perfect gift.

flash forward to now, and you’re carrying an insanely large box up to bucky’s room. in a blatant stray from what the rest of the team was doing, you decided to give him his present one on one, secluded from everyone else. partly because you were afraid of public embarrassment if he hated it, and partly because you knew bucky wasn’t very fond of being put on display.

you hope he’ll at least be grateful for that.

when the elevator finally chimes, signaling you’ve arrived at the dormitory floor, the box nearly slips from your grasp. not just from how heavy it was, but from the nervous sweat coating your palms.

the hallway is quiet enough to hear a pin drop, save for the faint sound of christmas music playing over the speakers. with careful, calculated steps, you make your way down the length of the corridor, dragging your feet the closer you get to bucky’s room. there’s a small part of you that hopes he’s downstairs in the gym, the kitchen, the backyard, anywhere but here. dropping and dashing wasn’t what you had in mind, but the anxious thumping of your heart was becoming unbearable. you know it will only amplify tenfold if you’re forced to stare into those steel blue eyes of his. the thought alone sends a chill down your spine.

you freeze in place when you hear the sound of a door knob clicking open.

please be wanda’s room, please be wanda’s room.

in front of you, the very last door on the left creaks open, revealing the tall and brooding super soldier whose company you were aiming to avoid.

it’s easy to forget how handsome bucky barnes is when he normally does nothing but grimace in your direction.

you still weren’t used to his new haircut, but it was clear he felt significantly more confident with it. is that a hint of aftershave, or cologne? whatever it was, the scent fit him perfectly; cedarwood with a hint of spice. the green henley he wears fits snugly against his broad frame, emphasizing all the muscles you’ve been caught staring at on more than one occasion. for once, he’s not wearing a scowl, though that changes when he catches sight of you.

surely you must look strange, standing dumbfounded in the middle of the hall with a box covered in santa-printed wrapping paper and a big bow that you can barely hold. right now the floor opening up and swallowing you whole was at the top of your wish list. and st. nick better make it quick.

bucky’s expression shifts from one of disdain to curiosity as he quirks a brow wordlessly. your own knit together in frustration, knowing you now had no choice but to do this exchange face to face.

“need any help?” he questions monotonously. as much as you want to be prideful and reject it, your arms feel like they’re going to fall off any second. he seems to catch your drift despite a verbal response, because in the blink of an eye he’s striding towards you, sweeping the gift from your arms and into his own with ease. you try not to gape at the way his biceps strain against fabric.

you stutter out a “thanks,” as you straighten out your sweater. bucky grunts in return and eyes the package in his hands cautiously. you’re half expecting him to shake it like a child when you catch the tiniest twitch of his upper lip.

it’s the closest thing to a smile he’s ever shown in your presence. something that gives you the courage to actually form a sentence instead of continuing to gawk at him.

here goes nothing.

“this is for you, actually,” you manage to shakily breathe out. bucky halts his observations, a glimmer of surprise briefly dancing across his face.

a beat of silence passes between you. “don’t remember asking for anything," he finally says. it’s still laced with his typical dry sarcasm, but there’s a legitimate amusement in his tone that can’t be missed.

you narrow your eyes at him playfully, feeling a little bit more at ease now that he didn’t completely rebuff you.

“i’m your secret santa, smartass,” you jab with your hands on your hips.

for the first time ever, bucky smirks at you.

“don’t recall asking for that either.”

you throw your hands up in defense, offering him a surprisingly nonchalant shrug. “don’t blame me, i’m pretty sure steve was the one who put your name in.”

“punk,” the man grumbles. he shakes his head, attention turning back to the present in hand once more.

despite his apparent annoyance, you can’t seem to stop yourself from continuing on.

“i know you’re supposed to do this kind of thing with everyone around,” you start off shaky, afraid of upsetting him any more than you may already have. his gaze immediately falls to you upon hearing your voice.

“i also know you’re not a big fan of being the center of attention,” you continue, shoving your hands into the pockets of your jeans. “figured you’d like this better if it was in private.”

bucky’s features soften. his jaw unclenched, his eyes not so narrow and judgmental. he looks relieved, flattered; a myriad of things you can’t name or place.

“i appreciate that,” he admits, suddenly shy and impish. for a second, he completely forgets about the gift you brought. the simple fact that you were kind enough to consider his feelings, despite how cold he could be to you, makes his heart skip a beat.

you simply nod your head in reply, teetering back and forth on your feet awkwardly trying to decipher your next move.

“you don’t have to open that right now you know.”

he sets the box down on the floor next to his door. “kinda defeats the purpose don’t you think?”

you shrug. “whatever you’re comfortable with. doesn’t matter what you’re “supposed to do.””

why did you care so much about his comfort level? he hardly showed any concern for yours. the notion consumes his thoughts, prohibiting him from offering anything except a nod of acknowledgement.

that awkward silence comes once again, signaling maybe you’ve overstayed your welcome, or that the moment of peace is over. you check your watch in hopes that father time was ending this exchange for you.

just your luck, he’s right on schedule.

“i uh, better get downstairs,” you announce, pointing your thumb in the direction of the elevator. “don’t wanna miss thor forcing everyone to do christmas karaoke.”

a noise akin to laughter snorts out of bucky’s nose, evoking a delightful warmth in your chest. it was different than all the other times you’ve been flustered in the presence of the super soldier. this was less about intimidation and more about…camaraderie. now wondering if maybe he doesn’t hate you as much as you thought.

it’s exactly what you need to reignite your holiday cheer and shed any remaining worries.

before you can second guess, you turn on your heels, closing the gap between your bodies. wrapping a hand around his arm, his metal arm, and offering a gentle caress, the sincerity in your words is clear as day.

“merry christmas buck.”

your touch burns straight through vibranium all the way to his chest. across his entire body, igniting every cell ablaze. a fire consuming him in ways unimaginable.

and yet. he enjoyed the burn.

as you pull away, much to his dismay, the tips of his fingers brush against the inside of your wrist. goosebumps errupt on your skin, from the cool metal, or that fact that bucky was so pretty this close, only time would tell.

“you too,” he murmurs with a faint grin. the soft crinkles by his eyes are likely going to be the subject of your daydreams for the next week.

you flash him a smile over your shoulder before turning down the hall and averting his gaze, not wanting him to see just how much you were blushing.

while unbeknownst to you, bucky was now a very bright shade of red.

he waits until he can hear the elevator doors close before slipping back into his room and very carefully unwrapping the box. there’s a nervousness in his stomach that’s unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. as the bare brown packaging becomes exposed, he begins ripping back the numerous layers of packing tape. you really took your time on this, he thinks to himself.

that funny feeling only amplifies when he sees the contents of the box.

a record player, a very expensive looking one at that, sits inside with another three wrapped items that he concludes are vinyls, judging from their flatness. on top of it all, there was a small note shrouded in luxe stationary. bucky’s heart stutters when he sees his name scribbled delicately in your handwriting.

his fingers falter briefly before he digs into the envelope.

i know this isn’t like the ones from the 40s, but it’s the closest thing i could find. also got a few of your favorite records, and one i think you’ll like too. don’t forget i have quite a collection of my own in case you ever want to try something new.

merry christmas ♡

bucky unceremoniously plops down on the edge of his bed. the normally stiff feeling mattress now mirrored a sea of clouds and feathers. he’d gladly sink into the abyss of softness, if it meant pumping the brakes on his thundering heartbeat.

from the moment he met you, bucky knew he was in trouble.

you had an aura about you that was magnetic, always drawing people in and bathing them in your light. your unconditional kindness and consideration, hell, even your mere presence in a room seemed to liven it up entirely. it was a hypnotizing, almost dangerous thing for the man, and if there was one thing he knew how to do, it was to push people away. for their sake, and his. bucky was certain that once he started keeping his distance, that you’d eventually give up in trying to crack his tough outer shell, or that the silly feelings he had would disappear.

but right now, as he’s staring at your handwriting and rubbing his thumb repeatedly over that little heart, he knows it was all in vain.

later that night, he stares up at the ceiling, listening to the familiar croon of it’s been a long, long time wafting from his present. he tries to focus on the beauty of the song, or the lights he can see from his window twinkling out on the lawn, but it’s nearly impossible. you’re the subject of all his thoughts. have been since the moment he saw you standing out in the hall. from the scent of your perfume to the little intricacies of your penmanship. the thing that’s plaguing him the most, however, is your hand on his arm.

bucky’s real arm had been gone for over half a century, having stopped experiencing phantom limb syndrome ages ago. yet somehow he felt it there, clear as day. the same tactile sensations on his flesh, right arm, in the metal prosthetic of his left. an electric shock that he’s never recognized before, and that he wouldn’t be opposed to feeling again.

tomorrow, he plans to thank steve for mischievously adding his name into the lottery.

and to ask you about your record collection.

thanks for reading! <3

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[scudevils]

it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas — QH43

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, bit of a rushed ending sorry, not proofread!!

inspired by: “it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas” by bing crosby [1.2k]

a/n: a quick one for boyfriend quinn appreciation

it was a rare quiet day in the middle of the season, quinn who was usually surrounded by the hustle and bustle of hockey life, found himself sitting beside you in the warm glow of holiday lights, the smells of cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger filled the air, mixing with the sound of soft christmas music playing in the background.

you'd been to the store earlier in the week, a gingerbread house kit lay spread out on the kitchen table to welcome him home from the road game in carolina, your niece's expectant eyes looking up at the pair of you as the pieces game in their own neatly placed bags, you and quinn shared a look of hesitation.

"this is way more complicated than it looks," was the first thing he said, peering at the instruction booklet with a playful grimace, eyeing up your niece's miniature house which was going a lot better than yours. his hair, slightly messier than usual, hinted at the fact that he had been running his hands through it in frustration, dark strands falling in front of his face. you laughed softly, enjoying the moment of calm in an otherwise busy season, and even off the ice he was just as competitive. (even if it was against a 9 year old)

"i thought you were good at building things," you teased, taking a sip from one of the hot chocolate you'd made for the three of you, choosing to take a step back from the building business as it was getting a big heated. "you're an athlete, you know... strategy, precision, focus?" you gave him a wink.

quinn grinned, his eyes lighting up in that characteristic way that always made you smile. "i play hockey, not architect. but i'm willing to try. you're the one with all the crafting experience, right?"

you raised an eyebrow at his suggestion, the most building you'd ever done in your life was a science fair project when you were 11, and even then your dad had built the majority of it. "crafting experience? skylar's got more crafting experience with me, she still does homework."

"alright, alright, I'll admit it," he said, grinning, the little girl beside them too busy already decorating her gingerbread house to care about what you had been saying. "maybe I need your help after all."

he reached for the frosting bag with a dramatic sigh, and you couldn't help but laugh as skylar's first order of business was to take the icing out of his hands. "read the instructions first," she said, flipping the booklet open and starting to explain the steps.

quinn looked at the pieces in front of him, tempted to give up and just eat the gingerbread, but that wasn't his nature, squinting like he was trying to figure out the lines on a hockey rink for the first time again. "wait, do you put the roof on first, or the walls?"

"okay, we need to build the base first. that's the most important part," you said, guiding him through it, looking to skylar for approval and she nodded, adding sweets onto her own now. "if the walls don't stay up, it's game over."

with a bit of teamwork, and an insane amount of luck that neither of you bumped into the table, you two managed to assemble the walls, and quinn was about to put the roof on before an idea struck him.

"so, are we going for traditional?" he asked, his tone suggesting he had something else in mind as he eyed the candy decorations, almost as if he was a real interior designer planning the layout for their house. "or... are we going for something a little more creative? like... a hockey rink gingerbread house?"

you raised an eyebrow at the suggestion, of course he would say that, you loved the man but sometimes you swore hockey was the only thing on his mind. "hockey rink? you've got to be kidding. i’m surprised you aren’t dying to get away from your job."

but quinn was already pointing out ideas, his mind running with possibilities, the coloured icing they could use to represent the teams, the different positions they should put in. "what if we add little gingerbread players with tiny sticks? and like, a frosting rink with icing lines?" he was grinning now, clearly enjoying the process way more than he'd let on, enjoying the design park much more than he had the building part.

"you're impossible," you spoke through a laugh, his enthusiasm something you loved about him and couldn't help but let you get in the spirit too.

together, you piped out a frosting rink on the base of the house decorated little gingerbread men with icing and tiny candies, making them into the most chaotic-looking hockey players you'd ever seen, some with more lopsided faces than the others. quinn insisted on adding mini pucks made of chocolate chips.

skylar had also finished her house, adding the final touches the one you and quinn had made too, her a candyland inspired design with sweets lining the road and covering the house.

as the arena started to take shape, you felt a warmth that wasn't just from the hot chocolate on the counter. it was from the way his eyes lit up with every silly detail he added, down to the numbers on the jerseys that his teammates wore.

by the time you were both done, the gingerbread house hockey arena—although a little uneven and very unconventional—was something to be proud of. it was uniquely yours, and in that moment, it was perfect. beside it sat the little actual gingerbread house your niece has made, edible glitter covering the icing and pieces of sweets missing from where she'd eaten them.

quinn stepped back, inspecting your creation with an exaggerated squint. "i think we nailed it," he said, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

you leaned back in your chair, your head falling to rest his shoulder, admiring the gingerbread arena too. "honestly, it might be a little off-center..." noticing how the roof sloped down on one side while the other held up, "but it sure can't be called basic."

quinn chuckled, sitting next to you. "i think that's what matters most."

[cosmicpearlz]

christmas wishes and kisses

summary: he was determined to confess tonight. preferably under the mistletoe, but the universe had other plans.

pairing: jude bellingham x reader

jude can count on both hands, how many times he's lost y/n in the crowd. one too many times for his liking. the annual christmas party that vini threw was in full swing. from member of real madrid being there to other celebrities and friends. but all jude wanted was alone time with y/n. something he couldn't get for the life of him tonight.

"you find her yet?" jobe clasps his hand onto jude's shoulder. the older boy sighs and shakes his head.

"no! i haven't seen her since she was talking to luka's wife."

"you had a whole plan though, right?”

"yes, i was supposed to bring her to one of the spare rooms that vini has and when we stand under the door, the mistletoe is gonna be there. then, i was planning on telling her how i felt."

"well don't give up now brother. there's still time."

-

you were nursing your second drink. originally coming to the party just to see jude. possibly hangout with him. and who knows, maybe even score a kiss or two. you've always liked the boy ever since you met him. remembering the way you guys became quick friends after he accidentally hit you with the door that he was walking out of. Jude refused to leave your side, 'in case something happens', is what he kept saying.

"livie, have you seen jude?" you yell over the loud music. your best friend shakes her head.

"no, i haven't. i did hear that he's looking for you too!" your heart skipped a beat.

"i'll just continue my search for him. if you see him before I do, let him know that I'm looking for him please."

"sure thing babes," olivia squeezes your shoulder and nods. you place your hand on hers, giving a light squeeze back before making your way around the house again. this time heading towards the kitchen area.

-

moving through bodies started to become exhausting. jude was starting to give up. the boy can't remember how many people he's ran to anymore, but he knew that it wasn't the person he wanted to see. heading to the kitchen with his head down, he bumps into another body.

"sorry," jude mutters, still not looking up from the ground.

"we've gotta stop meeting like this." the boy's head perks up, hearing the familiar voice. the one person he's wanted to be alone with the entire night.

"sorry y/n. i didn't see you there."

"yeah, too busy looking at the ground. heard you were looking for me though," you smiled brightly at the boy.

"can i show you something?" jude blurred out before he could think twice. the night had been long enough, and this conversation was long over due.

"lead the way, golden boy."

jude grabs your hand, leading upstairs. vini had sectioned that part of the house off. the music becoming slightly muffed. it was perfect and away from the crowd.

"what's going on jude?" you asked, as he stopped in front of a door. you gazed at him with confusion in your eyes.

"y/n, i don't regret hitting you with that door when we first met."

"hey! that's rude," you jokingly pushed his shoulder.

"what i mean is that i'm grateful to have you in my life. you're the best person to be around and i want to soak up every moment with you, just to bottle in it a jar and keep it forever. there aren't enough words to describe how you make me feel," jude grabs both of your hands and holds them gently in his.

"what i'm about to say may ruin our friendship. but i must put it out there. i really like you." you giggled and squeezed his hands softly.

"i really like you too. i'm so glad you said that!"

"no y/n, i like you. as in like like you."

"jude are we in middle school? i really like you too is what i'm trying to tell you!"

"ohh."

"yeah, ohh," you playfully mocked him, still sporting a small smile. jude begins to smile and looks towards to the celling. you follow his eyes. finding mistletoe hanging on the doorway.

"did you plan this?"

"maybe. do you like it?"

"it's corny." jude becomes bashful and looks down. almost pulling his hands from yours, before you tighten the grip you had on his.

"that doesn't mean i don't like it. i think you're very sweet and romantic. confessing your feelings for me under the mistletoe."

"can i kiss you?"

"i've only been waiting for a couple of months now," you grin up at him. the boy matches your grin, pulling you into a kiss. certainly, this was long overdue, but it was completely worth the wait.

[ikkyfics]

Adorable Kitchen Disaster

Dave Lizewski x fem!reader

Summary: "Dave..." your voice nearly faltered. He smiled against your skin, clearly enjoying your reaction, and placed a few more soft kisses there, each one slower and more provocative than the last. "What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice low and clearly satisfied. "Am I distracting the chef?"

Warnings: just fluffy - Dave being a lovable disaster in the kitchen

Masterlist

The Christmas spirit was already in the air when you heard the doorbell ring. An instant smile appeared on your face as you left the cookie dough on the counter and went to the door. When you opened it, there he was: Dave Lizewski, wearing a comfy blue hoodie under a dark green coat. The beanie hid part of his messy dark hair, and the round glasses framed his big, warm blue eyes that always made you sigh.

"Hey," he said, smiling that shy, adorable way of his. He was holding a plastic bag filled with candies and treats. "I'm ready for the mission, chef."

You didn’t respond, at least not with words. Instead, you pulled him by his coat, pressing your lips firmly to his. Dave seemed surprised for a second but soon returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around your waist and deepening the kiss. He still tasted like chocolate—because, of course, he always brought something sweet along the way—and the way he smiled against your lips showed how much he loved it.

"Wow." He laughed quietly when you finally pulled away, his face flushed and his eyes sparkling. "I think I'm going to come help in the kitchen more often."

"My parents aren't here," you told him, slightly out of breath, ignoring his playful comment. "They went to visit some friends. So, we have the whole house to ourselves."

"That explains why you're so happy to see me," Dave teased, but the way he bit his lip, shy and enchanted, only made him more irresistible.

You rolled your eyes, holding his hand and pulling him inside. "Come on, hurry up. The cookies aren't going to bake themselves."

The kitchen was a well-organized mess, with cookie cutters scattered on the counter and a bowl of dough ready. Dave observed everything with one eyebrow raised, leaving the "supplies" bag on the table.

"Wow, you're seriously letting me touch the food?"

"I'm trying to give you a chance," you laughed, positioning yourself next to him and extending the bowl. "Now take the dough and start rolling it out with the pin. Just make firm movements, forward and back."

Dave grabbed the rolling pin with both hands and shot you an amused look. "Seems easy. Like a video game. I'm great at this."

But within minutes, you had already spotted the impending disaster. He was pressing the rolling pin too hard, the dough was getting all crooked, and the effort was only making him more frustrated.

"My God, Dave, you're going to destroy everything," you said, laughing.

"I'm not destroying! Just... customizing," he replied, completely convinced, as he rolled the dough any which way.

With an amused sigh, you stepped closer, positioning yourself between his arms, your back pressed against his chest. Dave froze, surprised by the proximity, but let his hands relax when you held his wrists.

"Like this," your voice came out soft, almost a whisper, as you guided his movements firmly. "Calm. No force. Just... glide."

Dave let out a low chuckle. "Do you realize this looks like a movie scene? Like, 'Ghost' but the cooking version?"

"Shut up, Lizewski," you warned, but a smile escaped.

The truth was, the proximity wasn't helping your focus. You could feel his body heat through the hoodie, the rhythmic sound of his breath close to your ear, and the soft scent that always seemed to surround him. What had started as a funny moment quickly turned into something more intense.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this," Dave murmured, his voice deeper and lower, too close to your neck.

You didn't have time to respond because, in the next second, he leaned forward and placed a light kiss on the side of your neck. The sensation was so unexpected that you shivered, letting out a sigh.

"Dave..." your voice nearly faltered.

He smiled against your skin, clearly enjoying your reaction, and placed a few more soft kisses there, each one slower and more provocative than the last.

"What’s wrong?" he asked, his voice low and clearly satisfied. "Am I distracting the chef?"

"You're distracting me," you replied, though not with much firmness, because the truth was, you were loving it.

"I don’t see you complaining for real," Dave teased, giving one last kiss before pulling away just enough to study your face. His cheeks were red too, but the crooked, loving smile remained. "Why do you have to be so pretty, huh? Can't even be a disaster in peace."

"Who says I want you to stop being a disaster?" you retorted, your voice full of amusement, but the look in your eyes was sweet enough to be hard to hide.

He smiled even more and leaned in to kiss you again, his lips brushing against yours so gently it felt like he was afraid to break you. You felt his fingers slide along the curve of your waist, almost as if he wanted to memorize every inch, as the kiss slowly deepened, stealing any remaining breath.

"I swear you're going to be my undoing," Dave murmured against your lips, his voice rough and low enough to send a shiver down your spine.

"Well..." you began, with a shy, daring smile. "At least we’ll get lost together."

His laughter was genuine, and he pulled away just enough to look into your eyes. It was the kind of look that made time seem to slow down — his blue eyes filled with affection, admiration, and something deeper, an intensity so pure that you didn’t know how he could keep it all contained in just that gaze.

"What luck I have," he replied softly, almost to himself.

Before you could respond, he acted on impulse. With a somewhat awkward movement, Dave grabbed your waist and lifted you up, making you let out a surprised squeal instantly.

"Dave! What are you...?"

But you didn’t even finish the sentence. The sudden movement made your leg bump into the open bowl of flour, creating a white cloud in the air that looked like something out of a cartoon. You burst out laughing, covering your face with your hands as he gently set you down on the counter.

"Sorry! Sorry!" he laughed, not even trying to hide how much he was enjoying the chaos he had just caused. His hands were now covered in flour, as were parts of his hair and the blue sweatshirt he was wearing.

"You’re a walking disaster, Lizewski." You laughed through your grumbling, trying to brush some flour off your face, but you were quickly interrupted when he leaned in again, his smile still dancing on his lips.

"I didn’t hear any complaints earlier." He said, and before you could respond, he sealed his lips to yours once more.

This time, the kiss was deeper, more engaging, as if he were trying to capture every bit of that moment. His hands slid back down your waist, a firm yet gentle touch, as if he were still surprised to be allowed this close to you.

You pulled him even closer, feeling the heat of his body against yours and realizing, once again, how he seemed stronger than you gave him credit for. It was a subtle strength, but it was present — a constant and charming surprise from someone who could still be so sweet and caring.

"Since when have you been working out like this, huh?" you asked, your voice slightly muffled between the kisses he was now spreading across your jawline and the corner of your neck.

"Since I started carrying my girlfriend around in my spare time," he replied with a proud smile, his voice lower and full of affection.

"How cocky." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help the big smile on your face.

Dave looked at you again, his blue eyes tracing every detail of your face, and you felt your heart squeeze in a good way. He was still too close, your bodies almost touching, and the redness on his cheeks only made him more endearing.

"I’m serious." He spoke softly, brushing a lock of flour out of your hair with his fingertips. "I never thought I’d have someone like this... you know, someone like you."

Your heart melted instantly. You leaned in, pulling him into another kiss, but the moment was brutally interrupted by a strange smell and a low sound coming from the oven.

Both of you froze, eyes wide in unison, until you let out an "Oh no!" and gently pushed Dave off the counter.

"The cookies!" you exclaimed, rushing to the oven.

Dave stood still in the middle of the kitchen, still covered in flour, watching as you, somewhat clumsily, opened the oven and tried to save the cookies — already too dark to be considered edible.

"Okay, okay, I admit it," he began, trying to suppress his laughter. "Maybe the movie scene was too good to be true."

You shot him a sharp look, but you couldn’t hold back your own laugh either. The kitchen was a mess — flour on the floor, sugar on the counter, both you and Dave covered in white powder. But none of that mattered.

You sighed dramatically, holding the baking sheet as if it were a lost cause.

"I think we’ve lost this batch."

"It’s just proof of how irresistible I am." Dave shrugged, walking over to you and holding out his arms. "But hey, I promise the next one will turn out right."

"You really are a lost cause, Lizewski."

"And you still like me this way." He grinned widely, pulling you back close, as if there was no mess around.

And, to be honest, at that moment, there really wasn’t.

[stvrnioloslvt]

christmas bondage - matt sturniolo

genre: smut / t.w.: light bondage, unprotected sex

①

"baby, i need some help here!"

"coming, sweetheart."

you stood on your tiptoes, stretching as much as you could to put the star on top of the christmas tree. you held your breath as you tried to not fall on the decorative item, the colored lights reflecting on your tense facial features.

a strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards your boyfriend's chest. he gently took the star from your hand, putting it on top without any difficulties. he placed a kiss on top of your head, chuckling at your annoyed huff.

"it's fine sweetheart, want to help me put the rest of the fairy lights on?"

you don't exactly remember how you ended up in this position, with matt's warm hands exploring your naked body, placing open mouthed kisses wherever his mouth could reach.

spread out for your boyfriend in the middle of the living room, you turned your head to the side, eyes reflecting the lights of your christmas tree. you shivered as matt's long digits spread your folds open, letting one finger travel from your opening to your clit, circling it a couple of times.

"mhm," he moaned, sucking a purple hickey on your neck, "so wet already."

you whimpered, hot flashes of need cursing through your veins, your thighs trying to push close as you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second. matt's hand grabbed your thigh, preventing you from trying to close your legs again, doing it all while he latched his mouth around your rigid peak, lapping at your nipple with need.

"matt," you cried out, fingers dipping in his soft hair. matt's lips left your breast with a last, harsh, suck, then he sat up, reaching behind his head to pull his shirt off. your breath stuck in your throat watching the show of lights and shadows dancing on your boyfriend's stomach, his tattoos gaining and losing color like it was magic. your eyes travelled south, to the waistband of his underwear sticking out of his pajamas pants, then to his prominent bulge pressing against the fabric. your mouth watered as you noticed a damp spot on his pants, his dick throbbing at the attention.

"you like what you see, sweetheart?" he asked, reaching inside a box. you watched confused as he searched for something in particular, whispering a soft "here it is" as soon as he found it.

"what are you doing?" you lifted yourself on your elbows, tilting your head to the side while your boyfriend toyed with the string of fairy lights in his hands. you saw him flicking the button on, the lights gaining life, illuminating the scene with sparks of red, purple and green all around.

matt's eyes flicked back to you, biting his lip to suppress a laugh at your perplexed face. he untangled gently all the knots that had formed, ending up with a few-meters long string.

"sit on your knees, pretty." he commanded, observing with a dark look in his eyes how you obeyed immediately. he shifted uncomfortably, his hard dick aching in his pants.

his eyes darted around your figure sitting so prettily for him, big doe eyes looking back at him with need and impatience written all over them.

"do you trust me?" he mumbled, lips grazing against yours. you nodded, too hypnotized by whatever was going on in the moment to properly respond.

"turn around. don't get up."

you did as he said, facing the sofa. matt's arms snuck around you, gentle hands holding your arms up and away from your body. you hissed as the cold string of lights touched your skin above your breasts, crossing on the back and coming back to the front, this time placed below your tits. you watched breathless as more and more fairy lights were wrapped around your arms, your center, down to your knees. matt's hands left momentarily the string, placing a hand on your chest and one on your back as he helped you lay with your cheek on the soft carpet, your ass in the air. finally, he placed your wrists behind your back, tying them together.

he stepped back, admiring his work of art: his beautiful girlfriend covered in lights, warm and dripping for him.

he hummed satisfied, rubbing his hands on your ass before tapping it lightly.

"can i go on or do you want me to stop?"

"go on," you begged, thighs flexing to try and release some of your frustration.

matt's hands grabbed your hips, pushing them against his own, letting you feel how hard he was.

"do you feel it, sweetheart? all of this just for you," he purred, hips grinding against your sopping pussy.

"more, please," you whined, wiggling your hips side to side. your boyfriend's hand left its place on your hip, his finger sliding along your core, gathering all your wetness.

"who made you this wet, hm?" he tantalized, massaging in slow, tight circles your clit. "so fucking pretty."

a blush crept up your cheeks at the otherwise innocent compliment if it weren't for the not-so-innocent position you were in, while your boyfriend tugged down his clothes, letting them pool at his knees.

"how bad do you want it?" he rasped, yanking the restraints digging at the skin of your wrists. you gasped, a drop of your own arousal dripping down your leg. matt eyes didn't miss it, immediately stopping it in its track with the tip of his dick, pushing it back up. you shuddered as you felt the trail of sticky precum on your thigh, moaning out loud as matt's tip separated your folds, rocking softly while waiting for your answer.

"so bad," you managed to choke out, trying to open your legs as much as the string lights let you, a silent invite for your boyfriend to push his dick forward further and let you grind on it.

"good girl."

he eased himself in you slowly, reveling in the feeling of your walls clenching around him, sucking him in.

"oh-god," you cried trembling in his hands, euphoria running through your veins making your head spin dizzy. you felt matt pull out slowly, just to slam his hips in you again.

"i- ngh- fuck," his hips set a frantic rhythm, rutting into you with desperation. the lights wrapped around you clanked as your body rocked with matt's thrusts, adding something new to the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet squelches of your soaking cunt.

your walls squeezed tighter around his length, your insides burning with the feeling of your orgasm approaching. matt's dick throbbed, tip leaking precum and pushing it inside you as his own climax threatened to crash over him at any given second.

"m-matt i- please-"

"yes yes yes- fuck! go on, baby, cum all over my cock."

something snapped inside you at his words, an intense feeling washing over you, leaving you a moaning shaking mess. with a last thrust your boyfriend came, pushing himself all the way in as his milky white cum spilled inside you, filling you up.

matt groaned satisfied as he sat back down, rubbing a comforting hand over your back.

"baby," he whispered, bending to get face to face with you, "are you okay? can you sit up?"

you hummed, eyes closed as you tried to recover from the bliss. matt's hands grabbed firmly your shoulders, pulling you up. he stood right in front of you, offering you his body as a pillar while he untangled and freed you from the colored lights. after he was done, he traced softly the red marks left by the string on your tender skin, bringing your hands to his lips to leave a loving kiss there.

"how about a bath? i'll massage all the sore points, does it sound nice?"

you smiled, nodding at your boyfriend who picked you up, taking you to the bathroom.

"never thought i'd be tied by some fucking christmas lights."

© stvrnioloslvt

ficmas number 1 everybody! let me know if you liked it <3

love you all, bree ☾

divider by @bernardsbendystraws

taglist: @shadowthesim @sturnioloszn 🤍

[perseephoneee]

snow chase [ficmas day 10]

[klaus mikaelson x f!reader] beauty and the beast au

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ ficmas 2024

warnings: longest thing i've ever written

author's note: my tendonitis is flaring up from writing this, but this might be one of my favorite things I've ever written, so it's totally worth it!! also maybe i should write more fantasy idek

playlist:

you make loving fun -- fleetwood mac

black friday -- tom odell

white winter hymnal -- fleet foxes

There was a wolf in the castle. 

Your sister was in there. 

You knew you shouldn’t have gone into the woods at night, but you couldn’t leave her there. Not when her daring was stronger than her weariness. Not when the schoolyard children pressured her into daring to see the Beast. Not when she might not make it to tomorrow. 

You hike your skirts up, lantern high, as you race towards the castle. Your cloak is barely enough to stave the cold. You have no real plan for when you get there. You don’t have the physical strength to fight the Beast. You have to hope you have something he wants instead. 

‘He.’ As if the Beast was a man. 

The castle was maybe once beautiful but was now worn with burned stone, and a drawbridge you were worried wouldn’t hold you. You made it across in one piece. You didn’t knock; what was the point? Why would he reward you for your politeness?

It wasn’t much warmer inside the stronghold. Your slippers made soft clicks on the tile. With a good dusting, the place would’ve been grand. You wondered who used to live here. You took a stairwell down. If your sister was captured, she would be in the dungeon. While having no experience in dungeons, you had never heard of one held up high. 

Your guess was rewarded with quiet sobs. 

You rushed to the first cell, the crumpled figure of your kin greeting you. 

“Y/N!” she cried, rushing towards the bars. You put your lantern aside to grab her hands. She looked unharmed. That was good. 

“I’m going to get you out of here, okay?” you whispered, looking for a key. There must be one somewhere. Your sister grew still, looking past your shoulder. The hairs on your neck stood on end, and you knew who was there without even looking. When you turned around, you were surprised by what you saw. 

He was much more a man than you imagined. When he stepped out of the shadows, you understood why they called him ‘Beast.’ His eyes were a deep red, his fangs long things that could rip you apart. Veins rippled under his eyes when he looked at you. You froze, holding your gaze. He grinned. 

“Look at what little bit brought in,” he crooned. “A friend.”

His voice was devoid of emotion. You found no comfort.

“I’m here for my sister,” you said with a confidence you didn’t have. He chuckled. 

“Sister? Your sister was the one breaking into my home,” he tssked, stepping closer. He wore a long black coat, the ends swishing against the floor. You didn’t balk from his gaze. 

“I’m sorry for her behavior,” you cautioned. “Please let me take her home.”

“That hardly seems fair.” He tilted his head, like a cat regarding his prey. You realized you were the prey. You gulped. He noticed. 

“Then take me.”

“Y/N, no,” your sister hissed, grabbing your arm through the cell grates. You ignored her. The Beast's grin grew wider. 

“Now, isn’t that sweet,” he smirked. Your heart rate picked up, and he perked up as if he heard it. He seemed to ponder your offer, weighing its merits in his head. His eyes were tinted gold when he looked at you next. “I accept.”

You heard your sister screaming, begging for him to change his mind, but you couldn’t hear her. She was a dull noise as you considered your own death while also your relief that she would be safe. You did your duty. You protected your family. 

He granted you a brief moment to say goodbye before he threw your sister outside, leaving you behind locked doors in a cold castle. The second he closed the front doors, the sound reverberating through the hallway, you were unsure what he would do to you. 

He moved faster than most humans. 

He had his hand wrapped around the back of your neck, tilting your head to look at him. You let out a choked sound as he held you. 

“You are mine now, pet,” he purred. “Let’s take you to your new home.”

He gripped your arm as he dragged you up the stairs and through the east wing. You would have bruises by the next day; you were sure of that. You glimpsed the outside through arched windows. You wondered if you’d ever see it again. 

He threw you in a room and, with one last calculating smile, slammed the door. It wasn’t the dungeon that much was obvious. It was a bedroom. Fancier than yours in the village. One four-poster bed, an armoire, and a little bathroom. You imagined you would stay here till you grew old and died. There was a window by the bed, advertising a very long fall. You imagined he put you here specifically to taunt you about being here forever. 

There was no fire, only the bed. You took off your shoes and climbed under all the covers in an effort to get warm. You shivered as tears fell until, eventually, you fell asleep. 

~

You were awoken by voices. 

You pulled back the covers, daring to look at who was in your room. 

A young girl, you assumed. She was quite mousy. Actually, her features were almost like a mouse. Maybe no human at all. Her nose twitched, and her eyes grew big as she saw you wake up. You both scuttled as far back as you could. You held a pillow protectively in front of you. 

“I’m sorry, miss!” she cowered, curled up by the door. Your brows drew together. “I didn’t mean to disturb you!”

“You’re…you’re fine,” you reassured. She was scared of you. That was new. 

“I came to see if you needed my assistance,” she trembled. You felt sympathy. She was as scared as you were. 

“Assistance?”

“Getting ready. Master requires your attention in the dining hall.”

Of course, he did. 

Your new mouse friend, Dahlia, stops trembling once you talk to her more. You have no clue about the horrors she has been subjected to because of the Beast, and you don’t press for information. She helps you wash up and even braids your hair back with delicate pins. The dress she supplies is nicer than you’ve ever owned. You wonder if maybe you should’ve left your sister here to experience these riches. You start to feel concerned for your psyche. 

Dahlia takes you to the dining hall. The castle isn’t any warmer than before. You think about asking for a fire but don’t in fear of how he might react. 

There’s a lovely array of food set up in the dining room. A long table with seasonal flowers in the middle and the Beast at the end. He ignores you as you sit down. 

There are other mice people. They bring you fresh juice, buttered bread, cuts of meats and cheeses, and other ripe fruits. You haven’t had this much food in a while. You eat a grape and suppress the urge to moan around the taste. You haven’t had this good of food your whole life. You eat some more before daring to speak. 

“Most people don’t treat their prisoners this well,” you say, taking a sip of your juice. The Beast looks up, a glint in his eye. “I was expecting torture.”

“Who says this isn’t?” he drawls. He has a book in front of him. He returns to the pages. “Lulling you into false security before I peel your skin off and use it as a coat.”

“I don’t think my skin would make a good coat,” you answer. “Maybe a hat.”

He looks up from his book. He looks confused. You take sick satisfaction in that. 

He makes you go back to your rooms after breakfast. Dahlia delivers some food around noon and then takes you back to the dining room for dinner. You don’t engage in any conversation this time. You eat your food (pork with roasted vegetables and a sweet sauce), and you are considered your captor. This is much cushier than you imagined your imprisonment. Still, you wonder if he wasn’t lying. Living in expectation of him killing you might be more torture than the act itself. 

Hours turn into days, and days turn into weeks. You manage to convince Dahlia to bring entertainment to your room. You both engage in a card game when she isn’t working. You find you like her a lot. She’s funny when she starts to be comfortable. She sneaks your custard from the kitchen when no one’s watching. You don’t ask why she’s a mouse, why the Beast is not a wolf or a man, but something in between. You assume no one would tell you. 

Autumn dissipates into winter. The castle is colder than before. You wake up with your breath a puff, your fingers tinged purple. You work up the courage to ask for warmth during your breakfast that morning. Up to this point, you occasionally would get him engaged in small talk. He would often insult you, glare at you or growl. You forget he’s not a man. 

You set your fork on your plate and look down the table to his figure. He’s reading again. 

“I have a request,” you say. He ignores you. “I would like a fire in my rooms so I won’t freeze to death.”

“What if that’s my plan?” he responds. He has no energy behind it. 

“I know it isn’t; you’re much cleverer than that.” He looks up finally. You calling him ‘clever’ was enough to get his attention. Bastard. “I’d also like access to the rest of the castle.”

“Are you in a position to make demands?” he growls. You know he could get to you and rip out your throat in a few seconds flat. You grip the arms of your chair to steel your nerves.

“No, I’m not,” you answer. “But I don’t think I’m being unreasonable. I haven’t tried to escape, have I?”

He considers your request. His eyes are an abyss that you wouldn’t want to drop into. You hope he doesn’t kill you for this. 

“You aren’t allowed to go to the west wing.”

That’s his only response. You blink and then utter a thank you. 

Somehow, there’s a fireplace in your room by nightfall. You imagine it’s magic. 

~

The first thing you do with your freedom is visit Dahlia. You can find the kitchen from the smells alone. 

The other servants scurry at your entrance. You feel bad for scaring them. Dahlia is rolling dough with another girl who looks eerily similar to her, mouse features aside. You ask if you can help, and they let you. 

You come to find out that the other mouse is Daisy, Dahlia’s sister. Their parents used to be servants in the castle, and they took over after. The confidence from your successful request allows you to ask them why they’re mice. Dahlia lets out a laugh, the most carefree you’d seen her. 

“I was wondering when you’d ask.”

“I didn’t want to be impolite.”

“A curse,” Daisy answers. She was in the process of making a roulade. “Master killed a village, and one of the elders was an enchantress. She cursed him to be stuck as a Beast. Unfortunately, the curse was put over the whole castle.”

“So everyone in the castle became…,” you trailed off. Mice were not beasts.

“We became our inner selves,” Dahlia finished. You wondered what your inner self would be.

“He’s not really a wolf, though, is he?”

“He is,” Daisy answered. “He’s just stuck in between right now.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. You helped them finish preparations for the next day. You liked baking, it was soothing. Dahlia went with you back to your rooms to get ready for bed. You relished the feeling of finally having a fire. 

Sleep was elusive to you. After an hour of tossing and turning, you put on your slippers and decided to explore. The castle was huge, but you welcomed the feeling of getting lost. 

You found heaven when you pushed open an ornate door to the largest library you had ever seen. Stained glass windows decorated one wall, with rows upon rows of books going farther than you could see. You were happy to be tortured if it meant access to this library. After browsing the shelves, you found a book that interested you. There was a chair nearby with a fireplace, and you started a fire before settling down. 

You read for so long that the story merged with your dreams, and you found yourself asleep in the library. You woke up with the morning light, and the fire was already embers. The Beast was standing above you. You scrambled into a sitting position.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.” He didn’t look mad. Merely commenting.

“I like…books,” you kissed your teeth, regretting your answer. Words were not your friend in the morning. 

“Breakfast is ready,” he said, turning on his heel and leaving the library. You blinked, unsure how to process his lukewarm response. You put your book on the chair and scurried after him, keeping a healthy distance. You kept quiet as you ate your breakfast. The Beast was reading the same book again. Your deliriousness emboldened you.

“What are you reading?”

He looked up again, mildly annoyed. He just held up the book. You saw the cover for The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. 

“Ah, Rintrah roars and shakes his fires in the burdened air,” you hum, taking a bite of your eggs. The Beast blinks in surprise. 

“You’ve read it?”

“I like the artwork,” you shrug. You shiver under his gaze. It’s the most interesting he’s been since you offered your place in exchange for your sisters. 

“Do you have a favorite piece?” he asks. 

“Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog,” you answer. He blinks in surprise again. You wonder how he perceived you before this. 

Shocking to everyone, especially you, you end up actually conversing with him the whole meal. He knows a lot more than you about art history, but you managed to keep up. He seems mildly impressed and intrigued by what you have to say. You wonder the last time someone, let alone a man had shown interest in what you had to say before instead of how you looked. 

You go back to the library that night. He’s waiting when you get there. You realize that you aren’t frightened of his appearance anymore. 

Neither of you say anything. He’s pulled up a chair next to yours. You sit in companionable silence as you read your books. At some point, you fall asleep again. You wake up in your bed the next day. You’re scared to think of how you got there. 

~

“I would like to show you something,” the Beast tells you over dinner. 

You have entered into a tentative friendship; that’s what Dahlia tells you. She says that she’s never seen him talk to anyone so much before if it wasn’t barking orders. You only talk about art and books. Never anything personal. You read together in the library at night, and then he walks you to your bedchambers. It’s eerily polite. 

“I hope it’s not something dead,” you mutter. He is still no less violent than when you first met him. There have been a few times where you’ve seen blood on his mouth. 

“That’s for another day,” he hums. You frown, but he doesn’t notice. 

You follow behind him after breakfast. It’s a room you haven’t been to yet. Probably because it’s just slightly over in the west wing, and your self-preservation skills have at least kept your curiosity at bay in the closed area. He holds the door open for you. You brush past him, your eyes widening as you take in the room. 

It’s an art studio. And it’s a mess. Like a studio should be. There are paintings everywhere. There’s one chair in the corner, an artist's stool, and a window looking out to the gardens below. It’s perfect. 

You take a closer look at the first painting. It’s of a young girl in a hallway. She’s caught in a moment, a secret on her lips. As if she’s fleeing a ball. The details on the pink tulle of her dress are dazzling, and her eyes are almost lifelike. You see the artist's signature.

“My sister,” he says behind you. You don’t remember when he got so close. 

“Your name is Klaus?” you ask, turning to look at him. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, still fixed on the painting. There’s a longing in his gaze. It’s one you recognize every time you look in the mirror. He misses her. 

“No one has called me that in a long time,” he says solemnly. Even with his fangs, the veins, and the eyes, he looks the most like a man than he has been in a long time. 

You move on to the next painting. It’s of a man sitting in a library, the only light coming from the moon outside. Even with the emphasis on the night, you can see the resemblance between the Beast– Klaus– and the man in the painting. 

“Another sibling?” you questioned. Klaus nodded. You take time looking at the rest of the paintings. Many more of his family. Some of the scenery. One of a wolf, blood on its mouth, its kill fresh underneath it. Even with its macabre nature, its the best one of the bunch. You wonder if Klaus knows he wears his heart on his sleeve. 

“Klaus,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

“The lighting is better in here if you need a place to read,” he coughs. You smile. This is him extending an olive branch. You realize you don’t fear him anymore. You haven’t for a while. 

You take him up on his offer, and you find yourself reading in his studio more often than not. You still read in the library at night. He joins you in the studio sometimes, usually painting. You try to sneak a peek, but he won’t let you see it. You learn to joke with each other. Dahlia is in disbelief.

“I haven’t seen him so…”

“Normal?” you venture. She’s brushing your hair out and applying a sweet-smelling oil. 

“Happy.”

You don’t know what to say to that. 

The next day, there’s snow. You open the window in the gallery to look outside, catching some flakes on your tongue. Klaus chuckles at you. You get one on your nose and shiver. 

“Would you like to go outside?” he asks. 

You find some warm clothes to bundle up in and follow Klaus to the gardens. He doesn’t bother changing. You get the sense that he can’t get cold. He watches you in mild amusement as you frolic through the snow. You explore the maze with him as your chaperone. He grumbles whenever you stop. At the end of the maze is a towering white oak tree. You take a seat below it, and Klaus joins you. 

“You’re overly trusting to someone who’s keeping you prisoner,” Klaus sighs. You roll up a snowball. 

“You and I both know that I stopped being your prisoner a while ago.”

Klaus doesn’t respond to that. He knows it’s right. You knew the first night he sat with you in the library. 

“You can return home if you wish,” Klaus breaths. You turn to him, brows furrowed. “You don’t have to stay here.”

He doesn’t say it as a demand. There’s insecurity in his voice. You realize he wants you to stay here. You think it must be lonely. You also realize that you haven’t really wanted to leave. You’ve never felt so alive in years. 

Courage emboldens you to bring a hand up to Klaus’ face. He turns slightly but doesn’t push you away. Your thumb brushes the veins under his eyes. His skin is cold. He opens his eyes to look at you. The red of his iris was the color of a bloody rose. You worried you might prick yourself if you looked any farther. 

You want to say something, but your voice has stopped working. You forget about the cold the longer you look at Klaus. He glances at you as if he’s unsure if you’re real. 

“Klaus–” you breathe.

The moment is ruined by a scream. 

Both of you are up in an instant, running back towards the castle. You are much slower than Klaus, and he growls with impatience. He picks you up and easily speeds towards your destination. 

Daisy is at the entrance across from the draw bridge, hand-drawn over her mouth. One of the servants that you had seen around the castle is crucified in front, a paper nailed to his chest with the message ‘nightfall.’ Your blood runs cold. 

“H-He just went out to get food and…” Daisy was hiccuping breaths. You rushed towards her and gathered her in your arms. She collapsed. You looked towards Klaus. All warmth from earlier was gone. The Beast was in its place. 

“It’s my fault,” you said. Klaus looked at you, confusion in his eyes. “The village has been split forever on what to do with you…me being here has given them enough reason. It’s a mob.”

“It’s not your fault,” Klaus murmurs. His fists are clenched. “They would have found some other reason, and I am the one who kept you are. I am the one who got Henry killed.”

A different King wouldn’t have known his servant's names. 

“You didn’t keep me here; I chose to stay,” you exclaimed. Klaus didn’t respond, jaw clenched as he looked at the body. The image was seared in your mind. You expected nightmares for the rest of your life. 

“Take her inside,” Klaus commanded. You dragged Daisy inside, back to the kitchens. You found Dahlia and told her what happened. Her face blanched as she took her sister out of your hands. You expected Klaus to search for blood tonight. You worried about your sister being caught in his wrath. 

When night fell, you wrapped your cloak tight around yourself and sneaked out the front of the castle. It was a dim memory of the last time you were on the draw bridge, and it felt strange to be returning to a place you hadn’t called home for a while. You made it back home, going through the backdoor of your house. 

Your sister was sitting by the fire, immediately sitting up as you entered. Emotions crashed through you as every feeling came rushing back. You didn’t realize how much you missed her. You both embraced each other, the tears coming naturally. 

“I thought you’d be dead,” she cried, pulling back. Your hands cupped your face, brushing over her hair, down to her shoulders. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine; you need to tell me everything.”

Your previous theory of the village finally having reason to attack was correct. It was all spearheaded by the town priest, who thought that the Beast was unnatural and had now taken one of their own. Apparently, they had found a way to kill him. Ice chilled your blood. 

“I need to go,” you murmured, grabbing your cloak to head to the door. 

“Are you serious?”

“I will be back for you, I promise,” you ran over and kissed her forehead. “I promise, just…trust me.”

Your sister had always known you to have strong judgment. She didn’t question you as you snuck out, breaking into a run towards the castle. You could see the fires already moving steadily closer, and you picked up pace. 

You ran smack into Klaus. 

“What are you doing out here?” he hissed, grabbing your shoulders. 

“I needed answers; they want to kill you,” you gulped air. 

“I guessed that.”

“I’m being serious,” you growled. He tilted his head, smiling slightly. 

“I know that, darling. Go back to the castle; I’ll take care of it.”

You flushed at the word ‘darling.’

“You can’t kill them, Klaus.”

“Whatever the hell not?”

“Because you’d be proving to them once again that you are the Beast they pretend you are.”

Klaus glowered at that, but he didn’t bite your head off. He knew you were right. His brows furrowed as he heard something, turning in the direction of the town. You wondered if he possessed super hearing in addition to speed. 

“They’re almost here. You need to go. Now.”

“I’m not leaving you.” You could hear the mob through the trees now. 

“Bloody hell,” he cursed. He dragged you after him, heading towards the castle. You were still worried he might kill all of them. Even if you weren’t terribly happy with your village at the moment. 

You ran through the snow, Klaus keeping a bruising grip on your arm. An arrow skidded past your ear, and Klaus pulled you down before you got skewered. 

“Kill her! She’s in league with the Beast!” a voice called out from the crowd. You wanted to scream at them, but their words set Klaus on edge. He picked up speed, basically carrying you back to the castle. He was slowed down, though, and you realized that when he saved you from the arrow, he was hit in the process. Blood ran down a cut on his arm. You had no time to yell at him about it or ask why he saved you before more arrows came flying after you two. 

Klaus had you both swerve, and you struggled to keep up his pace to the draw bridge. When you made it there, he pushed you across. You ran all the way across before realizing he wasn’t with you. He was making a stand at the front of the bridge. 

The mob was bigger than anticipated, but you didn’t care. You were hyperfocused on the fact that he was about to get himself killed. You ran back across, screaming at the mob. You jumped in front of Klaus. 

“He didn’t hurt me! You can’t kill him!” you screamed, arms out wide. Some of the townspeople stopped to listen to you. 

“He kills our kind,” one of the men in your town said. You recognized him as the butcher. Typical. 

“He hasn’t killed any of us. You killed one of his.”

That got some of them to shut up. You were happy to learn that critical thought wasn’t completely lost. 

“He will kill us as long as we allow him to live,” the priest said. Father Marcus stepped out of the crowd, a malevolent look in his eyes. You knew instantly that Klaus was just an excuse for his larger agenda. Nothing you’d say would convince him. He pulled out a dagger coated in a silver ash. You felt Klaus stiffen behind him. “In the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost…I condemn you, Beast.”

You screamed as he threw the dagger, attempting to block Klaus’ body with your own. He pushed you out of the way, rolling back onto the bridge. You hit the wood on your shoulder, crying out at the sharp pain as Klaus dragged you across. With no sword, he ripped the ropes of the bridge at the end so it went plummeting down. You were stuck on the side of the castle with the mob staring at you. 

Klaus collapsed in front of the doors, a hand holding his chest. You let out a shriek as you saw the dagger sticking out of it. You rushed over, grabbing him before he fell. The doors to the castle open, and the servants inside look out in worry. You motioned at them to help you, and they assisted you in carrying him inside the front doors and away from the cold. 

The blood dragged behind him, tinting the snow. You collapsed in exhaustion when you finally got him inside. 

“Klaus? Stay with me. We’re going to help you,” you muttered, covering the wound on his chest. Several servants ran off to find medical supplies, while some stayed put in shock. 

“It’s no use, love,” he murmured. His skin was clammy, even in the freezing cold. 

“I won’t let you die for me,” you cried, tears mixing in with the blood. He laughed, devoid of emotion. 

“Dying for you will be the first good thing I’ve done.” He tilts his head towards you. You notice that his eyes are gold, not red. “Please allow me this.”

“I can’t watch you die,” you whisper. “Not when I’ve just gotten to know you.”

He envelops your hand with his own. His touch is warm. 

“You are worth living,” he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. “Live for me.”

You felt him grow still. Your breath caught in your throat as you attempted to hold back tears you knew would fall. You hit his chest as hard as you could, your voice raw in your throat as you screamed at him. You heard sobs from several of the castle staff, but it didn’t register to you. It didn’t matter. You didn’t realize how much he mattered until he wasn’t there. 

You pressed your forehead to his, breath hot against his cold skin. You leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. If it was the only kiss you ever received from him, you would cherish it in your heart for eternity. 

You sat back on your heels, wiping at your eyes. You saw his hand twitch, and you wiped your eyes again to get rid of the hallucination. A gasp from nearby lets you know it wasn’t a hallucination. 

Your eyes became as wide as saucers as you saw a soft gold hue take over his body. The dagger melted into gold dust, seeping into his skin. You watched in awe as the veins under his eyes faded into nothing, his fangs turning into normal teeth. A warmth returned to his skin. The gold continued out from his body, shimmering across the gray tiles. 

The castle transformed before your eyes. You couldn’t believe the transformation occurring before you as the pillars returned to white, cracks disappearing, colors as bright as what they once were. You watched in shock as the servants changed as well, their animal features melting into human ones. You saw Dahlia and Daisy, having arrived from the kitchens, softening into two young girls. 

Klaus groaned, the act of returning to life exhausting him. You helped him sit up, and he looked at the castle with the same awe you did. When he looked at you, his eyes were blue. 

“How…?” you asked, jaw dropped. Klaus didn’t answer you. He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and kissing you with the fervor of a reborn man. Your second kiss was better than your first, this time with the warmth that was missing from before. When you parted, he was grinning. It was the biggest grin you’d ever seen from him. 

“My curse was contingent on finding true love,” he answered matter of factedly. 

“So, you’re…”

“Alive.”

“And my…”

“If you need to take it slow, I understand,” Klaus joked. He joked. You were still processing everything as he helped you to your feet. Dahlia rushed towards you, thanking you for saving her. She hugged you, almost knocking you over. Daisy joined soon after her. The rest of the servants came in a second later until you were suffocating. 

“If I knew that just kissing a man would earn this much praise, I would’ve done it sooner,” you laughed. Klaus growled, seeming more like his previous self. 

“The only man you can kiss will be me, love.”

“Territorial much?”

“Only for things that are mine,” he purred. He pulled you away from the group into his arms. They didn’t seem to care; they were too excited about being themselves again. You were excited for them. 

Klaus was warm, and his skin was no longer at the same temperature as the outdoors. You loved his eyes before, and you loved them even more now. For a second, as he held you, he looked unsure. 

“Are you…” he trailed off. You smiled, kissing him again. You knew what he was asking.

“I’m yours,” you laughed. “As long as you’ll have me.”

“You?” Klaus smirked. “I’ll have forever.”

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☆ 𝐶𝐻𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐶𝑂𝑂𝐾𝐼𝐸𝑆 - 𝐻𝑂𝐺𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝟷𝟾

PAIRING: lorenzo berkshire x reader

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The cozy kitchen was filled with the warm, sweet scent of cinnamon and freshly baked cookies. A soft snowfall outside the window blurred the view of the sprawling Berkshire estate, making the world feel smaller and more intimate. Lorenzo stood at the counter, sleeves rolled up, dusted in flour as he leaned over a mixing bowl.

“I’m telling you, you’re doing it wrong,” you said, trying to suppress a laugh as you watched him struggle with the dough.

“I’m following the recipe perfectly,” Lorenzo replied, feigning indignation as he gestured toward the flour-dusted parchment on the counter. “Maybe the problem is the recipe.”

“Or maybe it’s the baker,” you teased, reaching over to adjust the way he was holding the wooden spoon. His hand brushed against yours briefly, and he gave you a look; half playful, half amused.

“Careful, or I’ll hand the whole thing over to you,” he warned, though the slight smile tugging at his lips betrayed his threat.

“Oh, no,” you said with mock seriousness, “this is a team effort. If I’m going down, you’re going down with me.”

“Fair enough,” he said, finally managing to roll the dough into something resembling a workable consistency. “What’s next, boss?”

“Cookie cutters,” you said, holding up a star-shaped one. “Think you can manage?”

He raised an eyebrow, taking the cutter from you with exaggerated confidence. “Watch and learn.”

A few minutes later, the baking tray was filled with an assortment of stars, trees, and… something unrecognizable.

“What’s that supposed to be?” you asked, pointing to the oddly shaped cookie.

“A snowman,” he said with mock pride. “Clearly.”

“Clearly,” you repeated, laughing as you slid the tray into the oven. “Alright, while those bake, let’s move on to the hot chocolate.”

Lorenzo leaned against the counter, watching as you gathered the ingredients. “You’re really in your element, aren’t you?” he asked, his tone softer now, more genuine.

“Maybe,” you admitted, smiling as you poured milk into a saucepan. “Christmas just brings it out of me.”

He didn’t reply immediately, but you could feel his gaze on you as you worked, the quiet hum of the kitchen filling the silence. When the hot chocolate was ready, you poured two mugs and handed him one, the rich aroma mingling with the warmth of the kitchen.

“Cheers,” he said, clinking his mug against yours. “To surviving baking disasters.”

“And to your snowman cookies,” you added with a grin.

As the cookies cooled on the counter and the two of you sipped your hot chocolate, the world outside seemed to fade away. The gentle crackle of the fire in the other room and the sound of your laughter made the moment feel timeless.

“You know,” Lorenzo said, setting his mug down and leaning closer, “I think we make a pretty good team.”

“Even if you can’t bake?” you teased, your voice soft.

“Especially then,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with mischief. And as his hand brushed yours again, lingering just a little longer this time, you couldn’t help but agree.

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Cordelia Goode x Billie Dean Howard x Wilhemina Venable x Reader- Bruised Petals

A/N: I got this request a while ago but I can‘t find it in my inbox. basically reader living at the coven and going through an abusive relationship. unaware that the three woman know, as they begin trying everything to get reader out of it and make her see real love🤍

tw/tags: mention of abusive relationship, emotional, verbal and physical abuse, cursing, overprotective delia, scary mina, angst/hurt/comfort

word count: 7.8k (I apologize, I got slightly carried away while writing this)

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The rain had been pouring for hours outside, hammering against the large windows of the academy. You sit curled up on one of the armchairs in the living room, book in your lap that you had been trying to read for what feels like hours but not having managed a single page yet. Wilhemina was the first to join you, having finished her evening rituals and joining you as she sits beside you with a warm smile, reaching for her knitting supplies. Moments later the medium and supreme join as they greet you with warm smiles and some gentle words. The four of you had been close for years, ever since you had joined the academy, as a student first before reaching your full potential and neither of them wanting to let you go, offering you a home and teaching classes there which you accepted of course.

The three woman felt like your family, the place you call home, despite the coven feeling like your sanctuary. Billie had been the one to undeniably make you laugh until your tummy hurt on bad days, making your days brighter with her charm and humor. Wilhemina was distant at the beginning, struggling to let people in but you quickly managed to find your way into her heart, break her walls with your true gentleness and your kind heart. And the redhead made you feel safe, when the nights were dark, when thunder rippled through the academy, her mere presence kept you steady. And Cordelia was your sun, the person who you could rely on and the other way around. She knew she could leave the academy in your hands when the council meeting’s piled up, knowing you would enter her office at lunch everyday with a bright smile and some tea or coffee, depending on the day ahead and her mood.

The four of you had become inseparable at some point, opting to spend dinner in the quiet atmosphere of each other after the witches, establishing daily routines like your evening unwinding and weekend activities. But a few months ago something had changed, a new witch joining the academy and you two growing close and despite having loved those three for several years, you never thought they could feel the same, accepting your feelings and moving on with this new person that equally made you feel seen, cherished and loved. Wilhemina had been the first one to notice how quiet you had been lately, how you barely smiled or laughed anymore and how you always seemed a million miles away. And tonight she couldn‘t keep her silent concern in any longer.

„You‘ve been quiet tonight“ she exclaims after about an hour of the four of you sitting in silence, this often happening but this wasn‘t a comfortable silence and she could tell. You are quick to force a smile, weak and unconvincing „I‘m fine Mina, just tired“ you mumble, trying to hide the trembling of your hand but she had already noticed a while ago. Her brows furrow and you see the concern in her gaze. „Don‘t lie to me“ she says, voice barely above a whisper. „I can tell when you‘re lying, you know“ she murmurs, hoping she could coax you away from this silence and make you share the way you usually had. Cordelia and Billie had heard of course, trying to give their lover the chance to make you open up but they could tell she isn‘t getting anywhere with the way her brown eyes search theirs.

„Sweetie, you know you can always talk to us, right?“ the supreme tries softly, not wanting to overwhelm you but wanting you to know. Billie ever the attentive one, reaches for your hands, noticing how uncomfortable you seem before she gasps. „Honey, you‘re trembling“ she says, voice and features filled with concern as your eyes avert theirs. „Promise I‘m fine“ you lie, knowing you aren‘t convincing but not having an ounce of strength left to pretend anymore than you are. Before either of them can speak again, the front door opens and you pull your hands away, knowing who returned. Alex, your girlfriend walks inside, halting a moment as she sees you four before giving you a sign to follow her. And so you reach for your book, mumbling a quiet „Goodnight“ before leaving and following her upstairs to your shared room.

The three of them sigh, not having a good feeling about this for weeks now but not any proof that they are remotely right. „Something isn‘t right“ Billie mumbles as she reaches for a cigarette and her two girlfriends are quick to nod in return, equally having a feeling something was going on. A few days passed and slowly the facade began crumbling as a silent thunder ripples through the academy, a storm that had been brewing for weeks but that you managed to contain and hide but today there was no hiding it anymore. „You are such a stupid bitch“ she speaks, her voice hitting you hard as you try and make up for the mistake you had done. „I‘m so sorry“ you apologize as you had been in charge of buying some things and clearly messing up.

„You can‘t do anything right can you?“ she spits and for a moment tears fill your eyes, not scared ones as fear had left you a while ago. Sad ones as you remember how she used to treat you, her bright smile when seeing you, showering you in gifts and compliments and making you feel like the most special and beautiful girl in the world but lately you couldn‘t help but feel like the biggest burden on the planet, never able to do anything right, unloveable and nothing more than a fuck up. Tears rise as you think about the times she took you on dates, silly selfies you took, holding hands, wearing matching rings, exchanging outfits and being dorks together when the world seemed okay. You remember how much she would worship you, how she would hold your hand and hold you through the night but those things stopped after a little while, the initial getting to know each other phase over and things too serious to end it.

It had been the same for weeks, silly arguments over nothing, at first trying to fight your ground but when that didn‘t work out well, you took it, apologizing and fixing the situation before it could escalate. You had become good at hiding, sometimes placing a spell on your room so no one could hear the raised voices and insults but you had been tired, unable to sleep at night, the crushing sadness keeping you away and the anxiety and fear of it all keeping you from functioning properly. „Answer me“ she demands, ripping you away from your thoughts as you try your hardest to hold it together. „You‘re such a waste of time“ she spits before reaching for her jacket and leaving, banging the door so loud that it causes you to shiver. And then you let the tears flow, sobbing in silence as you wonder where it all had gone wrong.

Unaware to you, both Wilhemina and Cordelia had been sitting in the supreme‘s office, two doors down, startled when they heard the shouting before their eyes silently communicated. „Don‘t“ the redhead had to remind Cordelia as the supreme rose „This isn‘t our business“ she reminded her but the blonde didn‘t agree, you having been her buiness and theirs for years. „But she is our business“ the supreme counters. But her girlfriend had convinced her, not wanting to overstep as they sat in silence, hearing the exchange before hearing the door bang shut. Wilhemin was equally enraged, her hand tightly gripping onto her cane as she tried to stay calm, not run in there and tell Alex all the things she had on her mind since first meeting her, wanting you happy but able to tell she couln‘t give you what you deserved.

Equal to you they were awake that night, wondering whether your silence lately had anything to do with this, despite this being the first time they actively noticed something. By the time morning came around, you woke up to an empty bed, knowing Alex probably spent it at the bar or with her friends and you managed to get yourself out of bed, wanting to make things better as you made sure to tidy the room, pick up her things that she always left everywhere so carelessly , expecting you to take care of those things. You made sure to change the sheets, clean your ensuit bathroom before leaving the academy, wanting to return some of the wrong things you had bought and making it up to her. Returning the items was easy despite it taking you several hours to get what she originally wanted. In the end you stop at one more shop, picking up her favorite chocolates and some flowers, hoping you could make it up to her.

By the time you are in the queue, your phone begins blowing up and you see several messages coming in about where you are, to answer immediately and what you are doing. You freeze as it‘s your time to pay, knowing what was going to await you at home and suddenly you lose the ability to breathe, panic settling in your chest as you stand frozen infront of the cashier. „Ma‘am are you alright?“ he asks and it takes someone‘s hand to find your shoulders, perfectly manicured nails to ground you. You immediately snap out of it as you see Billie, quick to apologise before tapping her card against the reader. „I have got it darling“ she whispers before taking the bag and softly guiding you out of the shop and to her car. „Are you okay?“ she asks, her eyebrows furrowed and laced with concern. „Yes sorry“ you quickly mumble as you force a smile. „Let me take you home love“ she offers but you shake your head, not wanting to be a burden. „I‘m not leaving you here, come on“ she urges as she takes you to her car.

As soon as you get inside, memories flood your mind of the many times Billie had taken you out, late night drives, the medium showing you the world a little before everything changed. Your trembling hands reach for your wallet as you try and find some money but she is quick to place her hand over your shaking one. „It‘s no big deal darling, I told you I have got it“ she murmurs and you remain quiet as she begins heading home. There is silence between you, a heavy one as the woman can tell you are a million miles away, having heard from her girlfriends about what happened and assuming that explaining your state today. „Are those for Alex?“ she mumbles as she guides you out of the car and hands you the bag. „They are lovely darling, I‘m sure she will appreciate it“ Billie smiles as she watches you nod and head upstairs, her features tense, seeing you so sad and quiet, never having seen you like this before.

By the time you make it to your room, you find her, sitting impatiently by the window as her eyes find yours. „Where the fuck have you been?“ she greets you and you sigh, struggling to keep yourself together at this point. „I got the things I got wrong yesterday“ you explain before quickly adding „Don‘t worry, I returned the others“. She inspects the bags before nodding and you sigh again before handing her the bag of chocolates and flowers „I got these for you, I‘m so sorry again“ you apologize, trying hard to reach her eyes and search for anything you had seen in them when you had fallen for her. „Did your whore buy them for you?“ she spits and your eyebrows furrow as you hear her talk. „What?“ you ask confused as she carries on „I saw you with that blonde, she drove you home“ she exclaims and you sigh before staying quiet, not feeling it to explain yourself. „You are such a whore for them, don‘t you see how that slut looks at you?“ she spits.

And then something within you snaps, not caring about the names she had been calling you for ages now but crossing a line when you hear either of the three women getting called any names. „Don‘t call them that“ you warn, voice filled with something that even scares you. She raises an eyebrow before chuckling lowly and before you know it, you feel the stinging of your words on your cheek, one of the rare times she had touched you. The world stays still as she storms off, tossing the flowers and chocolates in a trash can, before leaving. By the time Billie returns from the garden for her cigarette, she furrows her eyebrows as she hears the front door banging shut, seeing the things she had bought thrown away so carelessly and something within her causes her to walk up to your room, Cordelia still teaching and Wilhemina still at work.

The medium knocks softly, before stepping inside, hearing some mumbling as you expected Alex to maybe have returned. You stiffen once you realize it‘s Billie and immediately rise to your feet, forcing a smile. „Hey Billie“ you greet her and despite the image seeming so normal, she knew you better than this, knowing you are pretending with her which she hated. As she steps closer, her breath hitches as she sees your red cheek, clearly able to tell there is a hand print on it and her eyebrows furrow as she looks at you. „Y/N what is this?“ she questions, the tremble in her voice betraying her concern as you can‘t help but brush her off. „I‘m fine Billie“ you mutter but she isn‘t having it „What happened?“ she asks, taking your hand into her own as she locks eyes with you. „I fell“ you lie, too tired to think of a better excuse and she could tell you aren‘t going to open up. „We are always here, no matter what“ she whispers softly before leaving you be, able to tell this was only making you more uncomfortable.

Days pass and the three of them began growing increasingly worried, having heard from Billie what had happened. Cordelia began growing more and more overprotective, often being held back by Wilhemina who still struggled to give in and let them take care. For days they had barely seen you, only teaching your classes before disappearing again. Tonight you had retreated to the library again, your girlfriend playing games on the computer in your shared bedroom, often playing online and busy and so you opted to have some quiet time for yourself. The libary had become your sanctuary, equal to the greenhouse but more quiet as no one usually stepped inside other than a certain redhead. And by the time you hear the gentle tapping of a cane, your eyes reach the door as you see Wilhemina step inside.

„Hi little one“ she greets you gently before closing the door, feeling relieved to find you alone. „Hi Mina“ you greet her with a soft smile and she is quick to cross the room before sitting beside you. „What are you reading?“ she asks and you lift the book to show her the cover, seeing the book that she had bought for you a few months back, a soft smile spreading across her face. „How are you?“ you ask her, your usual softness back which causes the redhead‘s heart to swell for a moment, having missed this side of you terribly. „I‘m good sweetheart“ she says before tilting her head to the side a little „How are you.. really?“ she asks and you pause a moment, suddenly feeling incredibly vulnerable under the gentleness of her eyes and the softness in her tone. And as you meet her brown eyes you suddenly long for her, to be in her arms and be held, hoping she could fix this broken part of you that is beginning to feel more trapped by each passing day.

There is a thick heavy silence as Wilhemina watches your heart shatter in front of you, trying hard to keep your composure and not to begin crying, not wanting to worry them further as you know they have been concerned lately. „Can“ you begin but stop yourself before the words leave you, realizing you shouldn‘t. „What is it little one?“ she encourages, clearly seeing there is something on your mind. „Can I have a hug?“ it comes out broken and barely audible and her eyebrows raise in surprise, Mina definitely not one for physical touch unless she has the upmost respect, love and trust in the other person. And she doesn‘t waste a second before nodding, opening her arms as she pulls you in, watching as you hold on for dear life.

You cherish the feeling of being in her warm arms, her lavendar perfume lingering in the air as she fixes your broken pieces slowly, your heart feeling warm at the strange sensation that the person meaning to give you this had been deprieving you of those feelings for the longest time. Time passes slowly and neither of you let go as you cling on and her hands begin brushing over your back softly. When the library door opens you quickly pull away, breath hitching as you see Alex stepping inside, her expression tense as she meets the redheads eyes. Without another word you get up, watching as Alex begins leaving and you mouth a quick „Thank you“ and whisper a faint „Good night“ before leaving her and she sighs, the pieces falling together slowly as she begins understanding what is going on.

„What the hell were you two doing?“ Alex hisses and you remain quiet, mumbling something about catching up, knowing you could never tell her what happened as her jealousy would get the better off her. The two of you go to bed, and before you know it she faces away from you, the same every night as she begins being on her phone, leaving you lonely and sad but tonight Mina‘s hands keep you warm as you remember what it feels to be held, feels to be close to someone and you can‘t stop thinking about her soft smile before you fall asleep, a soft smile on your lips as for the first time in a while, your heart didn‘t feel as heavy and aching the way it had been for a long time.

„She asked you for a hug?“ Cordelia asks a bit dumfounded the next day as the redhead tells them both what happened the night prior, unaware that Alex lingered and heard every word. „I think there is something really wrong“ Billie begins, having a strange feeling for the longest time now, the unease beginning to creep into her bones. „I think it‘s time“ Wilhemina says softly as she glances at Cordelia, finally allowing and agreeing she should talk to you, knowing the supreme could coax anything out of you, the two of you always having a deeper understanding. The truth is that at one point you had loved them, deeper than you had ever loved before, loving Billie‘s charm and bravery, Wilhemina‘s calm and how collected she is and Cordelia‘s sunshine. But you didn‘t think they could love you, add another person to their relationship and when Alex showed up, showing you the world, you pushed your feelings for them aside despite them lingering.

„What the actual fuck“ Alex spits as she walks into your shared bedroom, door banging shut as it startles the three women downstairs. „You asked her for a hug? are you really that fucking desperate? don‘t I give you enough?“ she spits and you remain silent, too tired and broken to even open your mouth. Once they hear shouting, Cordelia immediately abandonds what she is doing, her two girlfriends following behind her promptly. „I told you to stay away from those three, they aren‘t good for you, fake supreme, a cripple and that old hag“ she spits and there it was again, your feelings suddenly bubbling to the surface as you abruptly stand. „Shut your fucking mouth“ you scream, the three of them startled as they reach the top of the stairs, never ever having heard you like that. „Don‘t you ever speak about them like that, you have no right“ you continiue, even Alex shocked at the sudden outburst before she steps closer, almost a faint smirk on her features.

„I know how you look at them, how they look at you“ she begins before you begin backing away a little. „You are a cheating whore, how long have you done this? or is it all in your dumb fantasy? having them love you and take care of you“ she asks, raising her hand which causes you to flinch. „You are worthless, no one could ever love you“ she spits and before anything else can be said, the door swings open as Cordelia steps inside. „Thats enough“ she warns, taking in your frame as Alex turns to face her. „This is our room“ your girlfriend exclaims which causes the supreme to step closer. „This is still my coven and if you think for one second you can treat her this way, you are mistaken“ she carries on which causes Alex to turn to you again, almost if expecting you to say something and speak up to the blonde. But you remain quiet, too overwhelmed by it all to even speak.

There is a silent conversation in their eyes as Alex and Cordelia stare at each other but eventually she falters, huffing before leaving, seeing Wilhemina and Billie by the door, rolling her eyes before leaving the academy, your girlfriend running like she usually would. „Y/N?“ Cordelia asks gently as she steps closer, noticing how you seem not really there, Billie and Wilhemina equally stepping inside. The image almost kills them as they see you so spaced out, as if you aren‘t really in the room with them anymore. „Sweetie?“ she tries again as she steps closer but before she reaches you, you flinch, your body and mind in overdrive as you struggle to understand what is real anymore. She steps back immediately and this time the three of them understand, just how deep this is running, how far this had gone, questions answered that had been on their minds. „I won‘t hurt you angel“ she coos, before gently reaching for your hand, brushing her hand over them to ground you.

And by the time you manage to snap out of it and realize she is gone, the shame, guilt and embarrassment hits you all at once, having them know, having them see and unaware how much they had heard to begin with. „I“ you try to speak but the words get stuck in your throat as your eyes dart between the three women, their faces filled with all the concern and love in this world. „It‘s okay baby, we‘re here“ Billie tries but it feels too much, everything feels too much as you take a step back, Cordelia‘s healing touch leaving you as the walls close in around you. „I- need to be alone“ you whisper, holding back the tears with ever ounce of strength you have left. The three of them glance at each other before Wilhemina steps forward „I don‘t want to leave you alone little one“ she tries softly with her word choice. „Please“ you whisper before Billie and Wilhemina glance at Cordelia, almost desperately.

„Is it okay if we come check on you a little later on?“ she asks gently before you nod, just wanting to be on your own and eventually they agree, with heavy hearts as they leave you be. And once the door closes it takes every bit within you to contain the sobs as you curl in on yourself, wanting to scream and cry at the same time. The pain comes and goes in waves as you contemplate everything, wondering how exactly you could have fallen victim for this. You had always wondered why women stayed with their abusive partners but becoming one yourself changed your entire perception. The constant gaslighting, the insults and the manipulation make you feel sick but there is still this part of you that wonders whether she could still love you truly and whether you could have the feeling back that you once had. Eventually the world turns to a blur as you fall asleep, curled up in your bed, still wearing clothes as you lay in a ball, soft whimpers escaping you as your brain tries to work through the trauma of the last few weeks and today.

Cordelia had checked on you briefly, not wanting to overwhelm you with the three of them present and found you asleep, gently putting a warm blanket around you and some dinner incase you would wake and need any. But you don‘t, sleep keeping you comfortable and safe until the afternoon of the next day before you wake up a little confused, realizing how long you had slept and finding the kindness of the three women on your nighttable as you see some flowers from Billie, some lunch from Cordelia and a new book from Wilhemina, frowning at their kindness that you didn‘t feel like you deserved. It takes you a while before getting out of bed, heading to the bathroom before walking downstairs, hoping not to find anyone, as you just wanted to sleep and disappear. But as you reach for some water, you notice the three of them talking in the living room and the guilt eats at you for how kind they had been, clearly not having noticed you as you stand by the doorframe for a moment.

You watch Cordelia and Billie on the sofa, Wilhemina on her armchair as they share quiet conversations while the fireplace crackles softly in the background and suddenly you feel incredibly cold, wishing you could join their warmth and feel it in your cold bones and tired heart. „Sweetie“ Cordelia is the first to notice you as she pats the space next to her. „Come here“ she encourages and you do, feeling a little vulnerable under their concerned gazes as you sip some of the water. „Did you sleep okay?“ Billie asks as she locks eyes with you and you nod before seeing Wilhemina give you a warm smile. „Little one we“ she begins but the sound of the front door opening and closing startles them and as you see Alex in the hallway, you immediately freeze, the water glass slipping through your grasp but Cordelia‘s supreme senses quickly pick it up before it shatters. Wilhemina‘s blood boils as she sees her standing there, a fake apologetic expression on her face and some pathetic attempt of an excuse, some flowers in her hands.

Billie has to supress a scoff, knowing those weren‘t even your favorite kind and wanting nothing more than to rip them from her hands and shower you in your favorite kind instead. Cordelia immediately stands, covering you with her presence as she glances at the black haired witch. There is silence for a while before Alex speaks but she does „Y/N darling I‘m sorry, can we talk?“ she speaks and you swallow hard before standing, not wanting them to witness this. Before you can go anywhere, Cordelia stops you, her hand keeping you there. „No“ she interjects, Alex surprisied expression meeting hers. „Delia it‘s okay“ you try but her overprotectivenenss stops her, having sworn to never let this happen again. „No“ she speaks firnly before she glances at your girlfriend again „If you have something to say do it here“ she orders and Alex sighs before stepping closer, Billie on her feet immediately as Alex carefully places the flowers on the table.

„I‘m sorry baby, I have been stressed lately but I love you“ she whispers and you glance at her, trying to find the honesty in her eyes and even though your heart longed for her words you couldn‘t belive them. „Can we talk alone please?“ she tries again but you shake your head, which causes the three of them to raise their eyebrows in suprise despite the pride feeling in their chests. „Fine“ she whispers before leaving, the door banging closed as she leaves you be. You leave just as quickly, feeling nothing but shame for the three of them having to deal with this, burdening them in such a way when they had their own life, unaware of the part you play in it and have been for years. They watch you go with a heavy sadness in their eyes, knowing you needed the space but nevertheless wishing they could fix this. „Pathetic“ Wilhemina mumbles as her eyes lock with the flowers, her features filled with hatred.

For days sleep remains your quiet comfort as you enjoyed the silence, despite the occasional dream feeling safe in the darkness but of course it didn’t go unnoticed by the two blondes and redhead who both cared and worried so deeply. Their quiet concern showed with them regularly checking on you, placing meals and little gestures on your nighttable or tugging you in when they found you curled up. But tonight Billie couldn‘t wait any longer as she gently knocked, seeing you asleep for almost the entire day by now before gently calling your name. Your eyes force open as you see the blonde medium before a smile meets you, a warm and soft one. „Hi darling, I‘m sorry to wake you“ she speaks before gesturing to the edge of the bed and you nod, watching her sit and you sit up, not wanting to be rude, despite feeling exhausted still. „Can I talk to you love?“ she asks and you mumble a quiet and sleepy „Yes“.

„I was just wondering if you wanna talk? about anything at all, I won‘t judge but I promise I‘ll listen“ she speaks softly and her warm eyes make you feel so safe that your facade almost falters. There is silence for a while before you see her hand reach out, careful and slow, her eyes asking for permission and upon you nodding, gently holding it in place. She can tell you want to open up but at the same time she can see the vulnerability in your eyes. „Can you tell me how long this has been going on?“ she asks carefully and you whisper „A few months“ which causes sadness to fill her eyes. „What happened baby, you two used to be happy“ she tries, not understanding what had gone wrong. And that was enough to get you to speak, voice shaky as that same question had been on your mind. „I don‘t know“ you sigh, beginning to shake a little as memories flood in.

„I was so happy at the beginning, she was everything to me and she made me feel loved and seen. We had so much fun together and she made me forget“ you whisper which catches Billie‘s attention. „Forget what sweetie?“ she asks with furrowed brows as your gaze averts hers. „I loved someone else“ you admit „But I didn‘t think that could work and then she came and it made me push those down“ you admit, raw and vulnerable. „And then things changed, small at first“ you whisper as you lock eyes with her again. „Like what angel?“ she asks, so proud of you for sharing with her. „She would make me do a lot, all the cleaning and tidying and chores and I didn‘t mind truly but then she became distant“ you admit which causes Billie to sigh. „I would sometimes ask for a hug or a cuddle but she always turns around at night and I feel lonely“ you admit and suddenly it makes sense to her, why you had asked Wilhemina before. „She would call me names and we would argue and then she started“ you stop yourself just in time, the words to painful to repeat but Billie knows.

„I know sweetie and I‘m so sorry, you don‘t deserve any of that“ she sighs, wishing she could fix this for you. „She said she was sorry though and she got me flowers“ you try, falling into the old spiral as you think about the good times. „Darling, you always deserve flowers and not as some cheap excuse and apology“ she says, her nails running over your hands as she can‘t contain whats on her mind. Your breath hitches at her words before you whisper a quiet „Thank you Billie“ and the woman smiles sadly „I‘m always here to listen, we all are“ she encourages and you nod before a yawn ripples through you and the medium takes that as her sign to leave, only able to imagine how much strength that must have took, despite wanting nothing more than to hold you through the night. „If you need anything, you come find us okay?“ she whispers before leaving and you nod with a weak smile before curling into yourself again.

Sleep washed over you quickly but the three women remained awake, Billie repeating what you had told her and the truth breaking them. They had no idea it had been that bad for so long, hating the fact you had been hiding it, wishing they could have seen sooner, your words repeating on Wilhemina‘s mind about pushing feelings for someone else away. She can‘t help but wonder if you meant them, the love between you four so obvious at times. It takes them a while to fall asleep but when they do you are on their minds. Around midnight, you wake up, suddenly starving as you hadn‘t really left your room or eaten much. You steal away into the kitchen, appreciating the silence of the academy before opening the fridge, finding some left overs with a sticky note and your name, recognising Cordelia‘s handwriting and the gesture causes you to smile.

As you turn around, your smile quickly vanishes though as you see the silhouette of Alex in the shadows, quickly watching her step into the kitchen and light. Your breath hitches and by her posture and expression you could tell she was drunk, her probably having spent several days there or with her friends. „Alex“ you whisper before she steps closer, swaying a little. „What were you smiling at?“ she asks and you look into her eyes , trying to read what she may do before mumbling a quiet „I don‘t know“. She steps closer, causing you to back away before she hisses „Don‘t lie to me“ and you close your eyes, just wanting it all to stop. „Tell me, have you slept with them yet?“ she asks and you sigh, her jealousy something you couldn‘t stand anymore, growing less and less scared and more annoyed by the minutes passing. „Alex- I don‘t want this anymore“ you whisper, a sudden bravery taken over you as you are surprised yourself by the words.

„You little whore, you think you can leave me?“ she chuckles lowly which causes the shaking of your hands to return, knowing whats next. And when she charges for you, you do the only thing you can think of, run. You run upstairs, seeing how she was right behind you, knowing you couldn’t make it to your room safely before desperatly knocking on the three womens bedroom door, hoping despite the middle of the night, they could hear you. But after the first knock, you feel her yanking your hair, pulling you backwards and onto the floor, causing your head to hit the marble flooring hard. „Please“ you scream before the first blow lands on your face, almost knocking the breath from your lungs. Her fists land on you hard as she crouches over your form, a rage in her eyes that you hadn‘t seen before.

And despite this taking mere seconds, it feels like an eternity before the door opens, exposing three shocked face as Cordelia immediately pulls her off you, shoving Alex down the hallway as she kneels beside you, seeing how your face is bloody, expression pale. „What the hell do you think you are doing?“ Wilhemina‘s voice ripples through the silent academy as Alex composes herself. But before she can step forward, Wilhemina abandons her cane, fist landing hard in Alex‘s face as she had been meaning to do that for a long time, the redhead usually never one for this kind of violence but not able to contain herself any longer. The punch is so hard it sends her to the floor as she collects herself but before Wilhemina can carry on, Billie pulls Wilhemina aside, eyes pleading to stop this and all that is left for Alex to do is run, steal away as she knew there was no way she could ever touch you again.

Cordelia‘s hands glow with magic as she tries stabilizing you and Billie and Wilhemina are quick to turn their attention on you as they see you so broken and beaten, wishing they saw this coming. „It‘s okay sweetie, you‘re okay“ the supreme whispers, watching your eyes fighting to stay open. Wilhemina watches you wiggle, almost fighting off the supreme‘s magic, assuming you are scared or in pain at first. „It‘s okay little one, Delia will fix this“ she coos but when the words leave you moments later, beaten and broken, their breathing hitches. „Please don‘t“ you whisper, causing Billie‘s eyebrows to furrow. „I don‘t want you to fix me, I want it to stop“ you whince through the pain. „I want it all to stop“ you repeat, causing tears to fill their vision as the words leave you. „Don‘t.. don‘t say that sweetie“ Cordelia tries through tears , her own hands shaking as she tries to make the pain stop.

And when Wilhemina‘s encouraging hands find the supreme‘s shoulder she manages to fight through this, put you to sleep with her magic before healing you. Once the blood is gone, they sigh in relief for a moment before Billie‘s sobbing echoes through the silent academy, startling the other two. „She doesn‘t deserve this“ she cries now, unable to keep her emotions at bay any longer. „We should have stopped this sooner“ she cries, causing Wilhemina‘s guilt to ripple through her chest as she had been the one stopping Cordelia to intervene from the start. Still she pushes through the pain, guiding Billie off the floor and into their room as the supreme quickly sweeps you into her arms and takes you to their sanctuary too, knowing they can keep you safe there. She lays you on the bed, wrapping you in some blankets before walking over to the medium and wrapping her in her arms, knowing Wilhemina was equally hurting and may need some space.

It takes a few hours until your body wakes again, eyes fluttering open before the pain sharply reminds you of what happened. And for a second your breath hitches, unaware of your surroundings until you realize where you are, recognizing the bed you are laying in and their room. When you force your eyes to open you see Wilhemina sitting on an armchair in the corner, Billie Dean at the end of the bed but no supreme in sight and for a moment you wish you could disappear, not wanting to deal with the shame of this and for how much you had dragged them into this already. Wilhemina is the first to notice as her eyes glance over you, finding your eyes open and she immediately rises, startling Billie as the medium glances up from her phone and her eyes meet yours. „Hi darling“ she greets you warmly before her hand finds yours, her manicured nails keeping you grounded as the anxiety ripples through your chest.

„Are you okay little one?“ the redhead asks and you simply nod, words too much yet as you try and collect yourself, not wanting to burden them anymore than you already have. Their eyes silently communicate as your silence worries them, long seconds passing before the redhead takes a seat beside you on the bed. „Are you in any pain?“ she asks gently before you shake your head and try sitting up, feeling like an intruder in their room before the pain overwhelms you. Billie instantly notices you whincing at the pain before her hand finds your shoulder, trying to reassure and steady you before you flinch, eyes forcing closed and she immediately retracts her hand, your pain reflecting in her eyes. „I‘m sorry“ she whispers before Wilhemina tilts her head, trying to think of what to do. „You‘re safe with us“ she reminds you but it‘s too much and so all you can do is shake your head and try to find balance as you attempt standing.

„What are you doing?“ Billie asks as she glances at Wilhemina panicked and the redhead immediately stands, able to tell by your pained expression, how pale you are and Cordelia‘s words about this magic not light on the body, this was a bad idea. And she was right, as soon as you stand your legs give in but the redhead is quick to catch you, guide you back on the bed as you glance at her with a scared expression. „This is because of Delia‘s healing magic darling, you‘ll be okay“ Billie coos before hot frustrated tears stream down your cheek. The embarrassment of it all causes you to wipe them away and as Billie glances at her girlfriend she can tell you feel overwhelmed. Seconds later, the supreme steps inside, seeing her lovers concerned expression before she takes a glimpse at your form. „Sweetheart, you‘re awake“ she coos before stepping closer.

You don‘t dare to look at her or any of them as you pull your knees to your chest, wanting nothing more for the earth to swallow you whole and erase your existence. By her girlfriends expressions, she can tell there was something wrong and so she kneels beside the bed, looking at you before whispering a soft „Can you look at me?“ and when you don‘t her lips twitch before she whispers „Please Y/N“ and the tone in her voice, so soft and gentle causes you to do just that. „Can you talk to us? are you in pain?“ she asks before you shrug, still not finding your voice yet. „No matter what you feel right now, you are safe“ she reminds you before Billie nods „We just want to take care of you“ she whispers before you sigh, a painful one as you try collecting yourself.

„Can you take me to my room please?“ you whisper, glancing at Cordelia‘s whos eyes find your teary ones. „Why sweetie?“ she asks, immediately concerned as she remembers your earlier words. „I don‘t want to be here“ you whisper which causes Wilhemina‘s eyebrows to furrow. „Why?“ she asks, voice raw and vulnerable and then the dam breaks, whatever you had been feeling finally spilling from your lips. „Because I‘m- a burden“ you choke out, voice barely above a whisper but before they could even say anything, the rest spills. „You have your own life and I have been dragging you down with mine for weeks. Neither of you deserve that, you should be happy and not worried about me. I‘ll be fine“ you whisper before Cordelia shakes her head. „Sweetie, you aren‘t a burden, you mean so much to us and you.. you are a part of our life“ she smiles which causes your eyes to meet hers, a flicker of hope crossing your features for a split second.

„We love you“ Billie suddenly blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer. „And I know you meant us when you told me you had feelings for someone and I‘m sorry we didn‘t see it sooner, sorry you had to find out this way but we do. Every single one of us loves you for different reasons“ her confession leaves you stunned and in tears as you lock eyes with Cordelia and Wilhemina, almost asking silently whether it‘s true. „We do little one“ the redhead admits before Cordelia speaks softly „It‘s true darling and I know you may want time or you may not want this at all and that is completely your choice but please let us take care of you, you have been through too much“ she whispers and then your hand finds hers, rushed almost as if their truth is too much to bare. She holds it immediately, not too tight but enough to make you believe she is there and wasn‘t going to let go.

There is a long silence before Billie speaks again „You deserve someone who will not turn around at night, who will hold you, who will put you first and not make you do any chores, who will never touch you without permission, who will treat you with the same kindness you treat them. You deserve your favorite kind of flowers and so much more“ she whispers, causing you to almost blush if this wasn‘t all so sad and triggering. „Thank you Billie“ you whisper, almost a little shy before she presses a kiss to your hand that she had been holding for a while now. The medium disappears for a smoke for a second, wanting to get you some water before you glance at Wilhemina, the same overwhelming feeling of wanting to be in her arms creeping up on you and she can tell. „Mina can“ you whisper before she nods immediately, moving closer as your arms wrap around her and she holds you, Cordelia watching the exchange with a bittersweet smile, knowing this was the first step in many to get you to heal.

„We would love to take care of you sweetheart, if you let us“ Cordelia tries gently as your head rests on Mina‘s shoulder, eyes finding the supreme. „Promise you aren‘t a burden“ she whispers before you nod. „Okay“ you whisper, sad, scared and broken before the supreme‘s eyes fill with tears, tears of relief and pride. Her hand finds your face, halting before you nod in permission. She is soft in the way she caresses your cheeks, whispering sweet reassurance as Wilhemina holds you closer. And the supreme made sure before that your ex girlfriend was never going to bother you again, never step foot into the coven or near you ever again. „We‘ve got you now“ she whispers softly and with the redheads arms around you, so much safer and steady, holding you as if you are the most fragile thing on the planet and the supreme‘s reassuring eyes, Billie‘s kindness, a glimpse of hope washes across you as you think that maybe, just maybe they could treat you right and heal the parts that someone else had broken and taken from you.

[shiftingwithmars]

Candy Cane Kisses-Mattheo Riddle

A/N: Inspired by the song by Lyn Lapid!! Here’s a holiday fic for my husband😌

Warnings: Fluff, reader celebrates Christmas, this is so cute I might cry

Mattheo sat in his dorm, trying to ignore the ache in his heart. It was winter break, a time when students went home to celebrate with their families. But Mattheo stayed at Hogwarts. That house was not a home; it was simply a place he grew up in, forced to be a servant of his father.

Draco had went back to the manor with Enzo, meanwhile Blaise and Theo went to their homes to spend time with their families, despite their parents being shitty people. You’d probably already gotten on the train to go home, so Mattheo was left alone. Or so he thought.

A soft knock on Mattheo’s dorm interrupted his thoughts, causing Mattheo to perk up. He wiped the tears from his eyes, opening the door with a sigh. “What do you want?” He grumbled with slight hostility.

“Hey! That’s no way to greet your girlfriend!” You complained, playfully swatting his arm. Mattheo’s face lit up as he recognized you, and he pulled you into a tight hug. “What are you doing here? I thought you’d gone home!” He said with a cheerful laugh.

“I couldn’t just leave you here alone.” You said with a soft sigh.* “I’m staying here with you. My family can wait.” You said gently. “What? But, you can’t just ditch you family!” Mattheo protested. “They’ll be fine, Mattheo. I’m staying with them during new year’s anyways. But you don’t have anyone to stay with; I’m not letting you wallow in self pity this Christmas, you Grinch.”

You took the candy out of the bags you’d brought, smiling as you picked a Christmas movie to put on. You snuggled up against Mattheo, tucked safely under his arm. You pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling as you pulled away. “Mm…you taste like mint.” You said with a giggle. “And you’re sweet like gingerbread.” He teased back, playfully tapping your nose.

You two stayed like that all night, cuddled up together and cracking jokes. You even exchanged presents, your eyes filled with adoration when you watched the way Mattheo’s eyes lit up as he opened the quidditch jersey you’d gotten him, signed by his favorite player. Sure, you’d missed Christmas with your family, but there was always next year. Besides, Mattheo’s missed too many Christmas’s of his own.

[nina-ya]

Synopsis: It's your first time seeing snow and you decide to make the most of the day until you wander off from the group and Law finds you admiring the scenery. Pairing: Law x reader CW: fluff, first kisses!! • ficmas masterlist • ko-fi • discord server •

The first snowfall of your life felt like stepping into a dream. Each flake tumbled gently from the sky, blanketing the island in a glistening white, transforming the island into something out of a storybook. Everything about this day made your chest flutter with an excitement that you couldn’t quite put into words.

You were barely two steps on land before diving into the snow, your laughter ringing out as you flopped onto your back in a pristine patch of snow. Sweeping your arms and legs back and forth, you formed a snow angel, grinning up at the sky as you worked. When you sat up to admire your new creation, you caught sight of Law standing a short distance away with amusement etched across his features. 

“Not bad,” he remarked as he glanced between you and your creation. 

“Not bad?” you repeated, feigning offense before flashing him a teasing grin. “I’d like to see you do better. Come on, make one!” 

Law raised an eyebrow at your challenge, muttering a ‘maybe later’ under his breath. You rolled your eyes, laughing as you dusted off your gloves. “You’re no fun,” you teased before bounding off to find your next snowy adventure. 

Your enthusiasm was infectious, drawing everyone around you into your antics. Snowball fights erupted with chaotic energy, your laughter mixing with yelps as you narrowly dodged some perfectly aimed throws. You sculped a lopsided snowman, its crooked grin and mismatched arms earning a beaming smile from you as you showed it off. When you weren’t building or battling, you were tilting your head back and catching snowflakes on your tongue. 

The day wore on, and some crew members retreated to the warmth of the Polar Tang, while others stayed behind longer. You were just about to join those going towards the warmth until you caught sight of something shimmering through the woods. 

It was just a glimmer, subtle and fleeting, but it tugged at your curiosity. A light? Ice? Something hidden in the forest? You couldn’t tell, but you didn’t think twice before wandering off and trudging through the snow toward the source.

Eventually, you emerged into a small clearing, and you let out a soft gasp. A frozen lake stretched out before you, its surface gleaming under the pale light of the late afternoon. The surrounding trees were dusted with snow, their reflections faintly visible in the ice, and the scene looked like something pulled straight from a dream. 

You stepped onto the ice cautiously, the crunch of snow now replaced with the faint creak of frozen water beneath your boots. The chill bit at your exposed arms, but you hardly noticed, too entranced by the beauty before you. You stared in awe at the surroundings, soaking in the moment in bliss, thinking nothing could ruin something as perfect as this. 

That was until one voice came and shattered the peace as it cut through. “Are you out of your mind?” 

You spun around startled to find him standing at the edge of the lake, his figure stark against the snowy backdrop. You could barely make out his expression to be something caught in between exasperation and disbelief at you. 

“What happened to your coat?” he asked, tone sharp as he started making his way towards the center of the ice where you were. 

“It was holding me back,” you replied flippantly, crossing your arms as if to emphasize your point. 

Law’s brow twitched. “Holding you back?”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug, trying to sound nonchalant even as the cold began to seep into your bones. “It got caught on a branch, and well, I figured I didn’t need it.”

“Well you figured wrong,” he snapped back, voice losing some of the calm it once held. “You’re going to freeze to death out here.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but a shiver wracked your body, cutting you off. Law’s frown deepened, and he stepped closer.

“Don’t tell me you’re not cold,” he said, his voice low and firm. “You’re freezing. Come here.”

Before you could protest, he opened his coat, revealing the warm lining inside and gestured for you to step closer. The size of the coat didn't surprise you, as Law always seemed to favor clothes that dwarfed him, but what did surprise you was the way he pulled you into his chest, wrapping the heavy fabric around both of you.

The warmth was immediate, his body heat radiating through the layers and chasing away the chill that had settled into your skin. His arms circled you, holding the coat closed around you and you reveled in the comfort. 

“Better?” he asked, voice less harsh. You nodded and murmured a ’thanks’ in response. “Let’s get back to the others, you’ve had your fun for the day.”

You leaned back to look up at him, your eyes wide and pleading. “Can we stay a little longer?”

His brows furrowed, lips parting in an attempt to argue back, but you pressed on quickly, your tone insistent. “The sun’s about to set, and I want to see what this place looks like at night. Just a little longer, please?”

Law glanced around at the frozen lake and the woods that surrounded it. The temperature was already brutal and he knew it would only get worse as the night settled. “It’s going to get even colder,” he pointed out, tone sharp as he attempted to reason with you. 

“I know,” you said, your voice tinged with desperation and excitement. “But just look at it, Law. The way the ice catches the light, the way the trees frame everything so prettily. I just… I just want to see it under the stars. Please.” 

Your eyes met his, wide and shimmering with sincerity, and for a moment he was at a loss. Logic dictated that he should insist you leave and drag you back to warmth if he had to, but the look in your eyes shattered any logic he had in his mind. 

With a long sigh, he relented. “Fine. But we’re not staying on the ice. Come on.”

He guided you off the frozen lake, hand firm on your arm as he led you to a small patch of dirt nestled between the snow-covered trees. The area offered a clear view of the lake and the horizon beyond, and the ground was a much more comfortable spot to sit. 

He pulled you down with him as he lowered himself to the ground and you got comfortable as you settled into wait. The sun dipped lower in the sky, painting the world in oranges, purples, and reds, bouncing the colors off of the lake as the surface shimmered with the last rays of sunlight. 

The first stars began to emerge as the sky deepened into twilight, their faint twinkles growing stronger with each passing moment. You sighed in contentment, murmuring ‘It’s perfect’, more to yourself than anything. 

The stars above glittered like scattered diamonds, and you sat bathing in their glow, your breath puffing into the crisp air as your wide eyes scanned the constellations. Law hadn’t intended to linger, much less to find himself utterly captivated. Yet here he was, his attention irrevocably anchored to you.

He caught himself entranced by the small things: the gentle curve of your jaw, the way your eyes were wide, alight with a child-like wonder that shimmered with the reflected glow of the stars. The way the night wrapped itself around you, painting you in muted blues and silvers, made you seem untouchable. And yet, there you were, close enough that each puff of breath that you released towards the night sky mingled with the warm breaths of his own. 

You reached a hand towards the heavens, fingers outstretched as though you could pluck a star from its celestial perch, and when the illusion faded into your palm, your soft and breathless laughter filled the silence.

Law’s gaze softened further, lingering on the curve of your face, the way your breath puffed into the air like tiny clouds. His eyes lingered on your lips, softly parted as you signed in contentment, and he found himself captivated by their softness, their unspoken pull. To put it simply, he was mesmerized, caught in a moment where only you remained. 

It was rare for Law to let himself linger like this, to let his thoughts wander without restraint, but at that moment, your body pressed against his, he allowed himself to memorize you. To etch this instance into the depths of his mind, knowing it was a memory he would hold onto long after the cold had faded. 

Before he realized it, his hand moved of its own accord. Fingers brushed a few stray flakes of snow from your hair, the movement catching your attention. You turned to face him, and his breath hitched at the sight of your curious eyes meeting his. 

“What?” you asked, a soft laugh escaping your lips, a smile tugging at the edges. 

Law hesitated, his mouth parting as if to speak, but no words came. Instead, he shook his head, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Nothing,” he murmured, his voice lower than intended. “Just thinking.”

“About?” you pressed, playful and unguarded.

He swallowed, the air suddenly feeling too thin. He should have deflected, should have buried the words threatening to spill over, but instead, the truth fumbled from his lips in an accidental confession. 

“You.”

That one little word seemed to suspend the moment in time. You blinked, your lips parting as his answer settled over you. “Me?” you murmured, your voice soft and almost unsure, as though saying it too loudly might make this whole moment go away in an instant. 

Law didn’t respond. Not immediately, at least. His heart stuttered and he opened his mouth, but words failed him as his golden eyes, softened by the starlight, flitted from your questioning eyes to the faint quiver of your lips. The silence stretched out and he seemed like a man frozen in time, caught in a trap of vulnerability that he didn’t intend to expose.

A shiver coursed through you, and it snapped him from his trance. His arms tightened reflexively, moving to pull his coat closer around you. The movement was meant to shield you from the biting cold, but instead, it brought you both even closer. The press of your bodies was no longer incidental but undeniable. 

The breath you exhaled wavered as the sudden proximity left neither of you room to escape. Your hands, once bunched up in fists wrapped around you, now lay against his chest while his hands froze at your sides mid-movement, as though he too had just realized just how close you'd become. You could feel his heart beneath your fingers beat in a rapid rhythm that matched your own. Neither of you breathed. Neither of you dared to. 

Your eyes flickered to his lips, a breath away, the distance so small you feared even taking in a gulp of air would close the gap. The world narrowed to the warmth of your breaths mingling, his faint scent, and the feeling of the winter air kissing your skin. 

You couldn’t tell who leaned in first. Perhaps it was both of you. Or maybe the universe itself conspired to close the gap. All you knew was that the moment his lips brushed yours, the rest of the world fell away. 

The kiss started off as a question rather than a statement, as though both of you were unsure whether to continue. But that hesitation dissolved the moment you melted into him, your lips parting to welcome the warmth he offered. 

His lips were soft and tasted faintly of the coffee he had not too long ago, mixed with something that was wholly, undeniably Law. His hand rose to cradle the side of your face, thumb brushing against your cheekbone with a tenderness that made your stomach flip. 

You leaned into his touch, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you kissed him back, deeper this time. The cold seemed to vanish entirely, replaced with the heat blooming between you. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, and when you parted for him, he seized the moment to deepen the kiss as his tongue brushed against yours. His taste was intoxicating, heady and consuming, and the way he kissed you, left you breathless. 

The moments blurred, reduced to the press of his lips, the muffled sounds that slipped past both of your lips and the faint crunch of snow beneath your shifting bodies. You wanted to draw this out as long as you could, not wanting it to end. 

When you finally broke apart, it wasn't out of desire, but necessity. Your breaths came in soft pants, visible in the air as the cold rushed back to remind you of its presence. His forehead rested against yours, and you could see Law’s lips quirk into the faintest of smiles as his eyes searched yours for a confirmation that you enjoyed that as much as he did. 

It was you who broke the silence when you asked between pants, “Do we… have to go back yet?” A smile stretched across your lips as you finished the question, the sight alone dissolving any final pesky bits of tension that may have been floating in the air. 

His smile widened, and he let out a huff of laughter as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, pulling you flush against his chest. “Not if you let me keep you warm a bit longer,” he responded. 

Such words of affection felt foreign coming from him, but you did not complain one bit as you settled into his hold, leaning into the warmth he provided. You giggled, the sound light and airy, as you leaned in again and captured his lips in yours. 

The stars above glittered on, indifferent to the magic folding just beneath them, but you couldn’t help but feel that they were shining extra brightly for just the two of you.

[retrosabers]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬.

FICMAS DAY ONE- MISTLETOE

logan howlett x fem!reader

summary: marie is determined to get logan to kiss you under the mistletoe

contains: cute holiday fluff, marie and bobby being little shits, established relationship, swearing, teasing

word count: 1.8k

a/n: this was not supposed to be almost 2k words but i have a very bad habit of getting carried away when it comes to logan so…let’s hope i can actually commit to writing all these holiday blurbs! in the meantime, enjoy some wolvie sweetness <3

!! divider by @strangergraphics !!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

holidays at the x-mansion meant a few things.

helping put up the largest christmas tree you’ve ever seen, and decorating it from head to toe. each student and professor responsible for placing their favorite ornament on a branch.

spending your weekends cozying up by the fireplace with hot cocoa and your colleagues. basking in the warmth that had nothing to do with the glowing embers, but the company seated around you.

and last, but most importantly, less kids. since a fair amount of them returned home to spend time with their families, that meant fewer heads to keep track off, and less stress on your plate.

but of course, things could never be that easy.

the ones who remained, usually the older students, always tried their luck to see just how much they could get away with, under the guise of “being in the christmas spirit.”

last year it was the snowball fight that somehow made its way into the foyer. the year before that there was a wrapping paper prank that covered all four walls of the professor’s office with obnoxiously printed gift wrap.

both of which were unnecessary messes that irked logan big time. and yet, this year’s ordeal got under his skin in a way that was unparalleled to those prior.

and it’s all your fault, really. well, sort of.

somehow an innocent comment made in passing about always wanting to be kissed under mistletoe turned into a personal mission for marie. she was determined to help make your dream come true, and while the kindness of it all is incredibly sweet and heartwarming, she’s starting to get a little carried away.

logan liked the young girl. he really, truly did.

but if her and bobby didn’t stop this little charade, he was going to lose his mind.

all damn day the pair of teens were following him around every corner. whispering and giggling under their breath, forgetting that he could hear them from a distance away. he knows exactly what they’re up to, judging by the faux leaf decoration marie is doing a very poor job of hiding behind her back.

they’re trying to play matchmaker.

it’s something that would be the slightest bit endearing if he wasn’t already involved.

that’s what made the situation ironic. funny even. watching them scramble around to place the mistletoe whenever you and logan were in the same room. thinking they were single handedly going to be responsible for a love match that was already underway and had been for months.

you weren’t purposely keeping your relationship a secret. you just didn’t feel like it needed to be divulged to the team just yet. anyone with eyes however, could clearly see there was something going on between you and the wolverine.

hence the two young mutants trying their hand at playing cupid.

“you can’t keep barking at them all day,” you scold logan, who was shooting the iceman a warning glare over his shoulder. the blonde looks like a deer caught in headlights as he darts down the hall. “they’re just being kids.”

“gettin’ on my goddamn nerves is what they’re doing,” your boyfriend grumbles. his hard expression melts a bit when you affectionately card your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck.

“i think it’s sweet.”

logan scoffs with a roll of his eyes, but it's clear he’s mostly messing around. he’s got a soft spot for the kids whether he wants to admit it or not, and he most definitely has a soft spot for you, which he’ll scream loud and proud. his eyelids flutter shut at the soothing scrape of your nails against his scalp.

“i’m waiting for you to starting purring one of these days,” you tease him in a low whisper. logan opens one eye, unimpressed. still, there’s a faint tug on the corner of his lips.

“whatever,” he retorts weakly, relishing in the peaceful moment. knowing you don’t get many of those around here, his hand stays snug against the small of your back, hoping he can keep you anchored for just a little while longer.

as much as you want to stay like this all day, both of you have things that need to be taken care of. logan deflates slightly when you pull away, hands ghosting around your torso before limply falling at his sides.

“duty calls,” you groan, as you look down at your watch to check the time. your next class started in five minutes, and you’d be setting a bad example as the teacher if you were late. “i’ll find you after?”

logan nods, debating on whether or not he should do what he’s thinking. you’ve shown affection around the mansion before, but with bobby and marie sneaking around, he didn’t want to give them a front row seat, especially considering no one really knew you were together yet. the last thing he needs is those two running amuck telling everyone his business.

although logan would be a liar if he said he could go without your kisses. because he couldn’t. not by a long shot, regardless of the circumstance.

just as he’s about to lean in, a loud noise sounds from the hallway. you exchange glances for a split second, protective instincts kicking in before you rush out of the room in a panic.

in a flash, you’re standing in the mansion’s entryway, logan with his claws out and you with your fists up ready to face danger. except there wasn’t anything alarming to be found. not a knocked over vase. not so much as a fly in the wall.

“what the hell was that?” you breathe, surveying the hall for any sign of what could’ve caused a ruckus.

“probably those damn kids again,” logan huffs exasperated, giving the room another once over before his claws retract.

you can’t stop the bark of laughter that makes its way out of you. logan looks back at you confused, but with a hint of a smile on his face.

“i’m sorry,” you snort, covering your mouth at the sound. “it’s just, you sound like such an old man right now.”

unamused, logan offers a blank stare, though you know there’s no real irritation behind it.

“i’m not sure who’s worse,” your boyfriend groans as he makes his way back toward the living room. “you, or the kids.”

“you know you love me,” you joke, following close behind. logan hums sarcastically, but deep down he knows it’s the complete and utter truth. he doesn’t have to say it out loud for you to know, and somehow his coyness about the subject manages to make you even more smitten.

your heart flutters from that notion, in addition to catching a glimpse of the mistletoe that’s now mysteriously pinned above the corridor.

it definitely wasn’t there two seconds ago.

a quick flick of your head back and forth to double check and make sure there wasn’t any prying eyes. bobby and marie weren’t very good at hiding, so when you’re not met with a chorus of stifled giggles, you know you’re in the clear.

a smug grin accompanies the airy call of logan’s name.

the man gives a sideways peek over his shoulder before spinning around completely, eyeing you with tender curiosity.

you stand in the doorway, teetering back and forth on your heels, and nod your head up in the direction of the ever dreaded mistletoe. an innocent flush on your cheeks that signals to him just how giddy you are over something so small.

and as much as logan can’t stand the cliche-ness of it all, he has no choice but to oblige.

because who would he be, if he didn’t do everything in his power to keep you this happy?

with faux annoyance, he stomps over to you, dragging his feet across the floor for dramatic effect. it only adds to your amusement, the sound of your laughter the most delightful noise he wishes he could bottle up and keep forever. when his large hands find their familiar place wrapped around you, any facade of indifference crumbles.

“m’gonna get those little shits if they’re lurking,” logan mutters playfully, your lips mere inches apart with how closely he leans in.

“just shut up and kiss me already howlett,” you whisper in protest, and that little hint of bossiness is all logan needs to surge forward and close the gap.

it felt exactly like something out of those cheesy christmas romance movies, but in the best way possible. the scent of vanilla and pine occupies your senses as logan’s lips move in tandem against yours. delicate and slowly, an always dizzying contrast to the brooding and rugged exterior of the wolverine. you melt like putty into his touch, arms encircling the back of his neck naturally.

there’s something sweet and syrupy that logan feels between his ribs when you shuffle around onto the tips of your toes to deepen the kiss even more. to find a way to get even closer, an impossible feat that physics won’t ever allow but you try anyway.

the only thing that could ever pull you away from this bliss, was the need to come back for air.

the sight of you, blushed and breathless, was always sure to make him swell with pride. in true hallmark fashion, a piece of hair falls in front of your face, and logan tucks it behind your ear without second thought.

“that live up to the hype?” logan teases, raising a brow up towards the ceiling, that sly smirk of his making you flush even more.

“maybe,” you quip back, pretending to mull things over in your mind before ultimately nodding your head enthusiastically.

and even when logan can sense the presence of bobby and marie looming nearby, he doesn’t fly off the handle with a string of swear words like he wants to. he can’t bring himself to rain on your parade just yet. though he should’ve known you’d beat him to the punch.

“they’re standing in the hall aren’t they?” you grumble against his lips, a hint of annoyance lacing your otherwise cheery tone.

“yup,” logan pops the last letter, shifting to give the pair a look that screams “i’m giving you a five minute head start before you get an earful.” they cartoonishly scamper off, the sound of bounding footsteps up the staircase filling the room.

you pinch the bridge of your nose, the bubble of this perfect moment popping at the thought of what the rest of your day was going to entail now that the mansion’s biggest blabbermouths caught you kissing.

“we’ve got about 10 minutes before the entire state of new york knows our business.”

logan’s laugh rumbles against you, sending delightful vibrations throughout your body. even with the irritation that pricks at the both of you, there’s an underlying sense of content that can’t be ignored.

“i say it was worth it.”

“yeah?” you whisper, eyes searching logan’s for some sign of jest or sarcasm. surprisingly, they’re full of sincerity, and it only adds to the warm and fuzzy feeling spreading across your skin.

“yeah,” he hums, gingerly cradling your face as he presses your lips together once more.

later, after you scold marie for being a meddler, you’ll be sure to thank her for helping give you one of the most memorable kisses in your entire life.

thanks for reading! <3

!! if you would like to be tagged in the rest of the ficmas blurbs, please send me an inbox message or leave a comment !!

[meelusinee]

GINGERBREAD COOKIES | H.P X READER

in which you watch as harry makes gingerbread cookies for you

FICMAS MASTERLIST

pairing: harry potter x reader tags: christmas fluff (again) word count: 1.4k

author's note: CHRISTMAS FLUFF YET AGAIN!!!! sorry for not posting yesterday guys, i know i commented i probably maybe would? but i just really didn't feel like i could yesterday was absolutely exhaustingggg BUT i got a new fic out! HIP HIP HORRAY

FICMAS THREE | H.P X READER

“Alright,” Harry said, watching you innocently sitting on the counter. You were kicking your feet with a rather wide smile on your face, hands resting on your lap. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” you said, before making an offended pout. “Do you really not trust me?”

“In the kitchen?” he asked, looking around to see if there was anything laying around. A messed up baking project or a prank from the Weasley twins seemed like the most likely option. “Not particularly.”

“Wow.” you said, shaking your head as a soft sob escaped you. The dramatics were all for fun, though Harry made sure as he looked up to make sure you were smiling.

“Shocking, isn’t it?” he asked with a small chuckle.

“Very shocking indeed. You’re breaking my heart.” you shake your head, your legs barely hitting the cabinets as you rocked your legs back and forth still. “Though I am up here for a reason.”

“Yeah?” he asked, his hands wrapping themselves around your knees as he stepped between your legs. “What’s the reason?”

“I wanted to make gingerbread cookies!” you said, kissing the tip of his nose the closer he got.

“Gingerbread cookies?” Harry asked, a small smile on his face as he looked up at you. “Let me guess, you want me to bake them while you watch?”

“Yup!” you smiled happily.

“Darling,” he chuckled, both of you laughing as he nuzzled his nose against your neck. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said to him, playfully smacking his arms. “Flattery gets you nowhere Potter, now make me gingerbread.”

“And utterly ridiculous.” he added, kissing your cheek as he grabbed the ingredients for gingerbread cookies. First came grabbing the flours and sugar, along with the spices and other ingredients he needed.

He began to make the dry and the wet ingredients, looking up at you as he kneaded them together. You chuckled softly, leaning forward to poke at his arm playfully. “Someone has muscles.”

“Try fighting Death Eaters for about 7 years of your childhood.” he said, snorting softly at his own joke before pushing his hands forward. “And Quidditch.”

“Does Quidditch really build muscle?” you asked curiously, sitting up straighter on the counter. “I mean, at the end of the day, it seems more like a leaning kind of exercise than a bulking.”

“Well, I think it is.” he said, muttering softly as he thought about it. “You need core muscles to hold onto the broom, especially when the winds get involved. The constant gripping might lead to an arm workout, I suppose. You also rely on your core muscles for the turns too though, since you have to use your whole body to turn.”

“Well then what explains your legs then?” you asked incredulously, gently kicking them. “You almost have thicker thighs than I do!”

Harry chuckled at that, continuing to roll the dough with his hands. “Well, you have to grip the broom with your legs too.”

“You need a grip for that as well.” he said, shrugging as he explained. “Though I suppose the arms would be bigger compared to the legs, especially for the Chasers and Beaters. I think it’s one of those exercises that you don’t realize works until you do it.”

“Can you teach me?” you asked him, a wide smile growing on your face as you asked.

“Maybe when it gets a bit warmer.” he smiled softly, leaning over and kissing your lips. “I don’t want you falling into ice cold snow.”

“I’ll be so good on a broom.” you said to him, crossing your arms. “You just doubt me.”

“I just don’t want you getting hurt.” he whispered, putting the dough on a piece of plastic wrap before wrapping it up. “You do know these need to cool overnight, correct?”

“They do?” you asked, pouting softly.

“For the recipe I use, yes.” he said, moving between your legs again as he peppered your face in kisses. “I can make you dinner though, to make up for it.”

“Dinner sounds good.” you whispered softly.

“Or we could always take out food.” he said, his fingers rubbing circles on the outside of your thigh. “I heard that there’s this really good Hibachi spot opening up near the end of town. You know the small complex there?”

“Yes I do.” you said, smiling softly at that. “Hibachi does sound rather good.”

“Yes it does.” he smiled, kissing you one last time as you both got up to go.

“Is it cooled?” Harry called out to you, wiping his hair with a towel as he walked through the hallway. He had just gotten home from Quidditch practice, resting in just a regular pair of black sweatpants now that he’d showered.

“I dunno,” you mumbled, poking the dough. “I can poke at it?”

“Let me see,” he said, tossing the towel in a spare bin as he walked to the kitchen. His hands wrapped around your waist as he leaned over you, squeezing it gently. “I think that you’ll have a rather nice batch of gingerbread cookies by tonight.”

“Really?” you asked, a wide smile on your face.

“I believe so.” he smiled, kissing your cheek as he moved to unwrap the dough. You moved to sit on the counter, watching him roll it out and press the gingerbread shapes into it.

“How long do they take to cook?” you asked.

“About eight to ten minutes,” he hummed, leaning down just a bit as he placed them on the cooking rack. “You’re going to decorate them, right?”

“Why, of course.” you smirked, hitting a dramatic pose as you said it. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ll make you some icing.” he said softly, pressing down the cookie cutters into the dough. “It’ll take about five minutes.”

“I love you.” you whispered, smiling softly at him.

“Love you too.” he whispered, looking up at you with that classic smile of his. “Kiss?”

“Kiss.” you agreed, pushing out your lips and making a dramatic kissing noise.

Harry chuckled loudly at that, putting the cookie cutter down as he moved to cup your face. His lips met yours happily, gently moving against the ridges that made up your mouth. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” you giggled, kissing his nose.

“Well, I love you more.” he said, hands squeezing your waist gently. “Did you think about that?”

“Maybe.” you said, making a thinking expression before shaking your head. “But I don’t think so.”

“No?” he asked.

“Nope.” you verified.

“Love, I’m making you chocolate chip cookies.” he laughed softly, looking into your eyes like they were the only thing in the world.

“Well I’m sitting here as motivation.” you said, nodding as if your logic made perfect sense. It really didn’t make any sense, but he was willing to run with it if it made you happy.

“Alright then,” he whispered, kissing your lips. “But I need to put these in the oven.”

“Why, of course.” you said, nodding your head.

He chuckled, putting the last of the cookies on the rack. The ingredients for royal icing came next, his hand waving his wand to put the cookies in the oven. He felt your eyes on him as he made the icing, his spatula placing it in the piping bag just as the oven timer went off.

“Hold this.” he said, handing you the icing bag as he grabbed the oven mitts. The gingerbread cookies were absolutely perfect when he pulled them out, the pan resting on the coaster until they cooled down. “Two minutes.”

“Then I can decorate them?” you asked.

“To your heart’s content.” he said, smiling softly at the smile that graced your face.

“Thank you!” you smiled softly, kissing the tip of his nose before pushing his glasses back up. “They’re gonna fall off your face.”

“I need a new pair.” he said softly, smiling at you. “This prescription is old.”

“Old?” you asked him, getting down from the counter so you could properly pipe the gingerbread cookies to your heart’s content.

“Well, they’re my dads,” he said slowly, taking off his glasses to clean with them. “I don’t think he ever changed them either, the prescription absolutely sucks.”

“That sounds like a very him thing to do, based on what Sirius has told us.” you chuckled.

“Very.” Harry smiled, kissing your forehead lovingly. His hands wrapped around you naturally as you began icing, his skin having a sort of crawling feeling underneath it unless he was touching you.

“Can we cuddle after this?” you asked him, your voice soft and sweet as you asked.

“Of course.” he whispered gently to you, kissing your temple lovingly. “Maybe watch a Christmas movie too, or just take a nap.”

“A nap sounds good.” you said, nodding at the idea.

“A nap it’ll be.” he smiled softly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thank u all so much for readinggg and also for everyone who interacts and follows and all that jazz! i'm really really sorry i missed yesterday's ficmas, but i think i'll probably be ignoring day two and pretending that it never existed if i'm going to be honest with you

if you have any requests for ficmas, please go ahead and request them! AS ALWAYS, please like, reblog, and comment!!!

[joeyfranchise]

hi everyone! i wanted to do something fun for the holidays and i’ve heard of fic-mas before, so i thought i’d give it a shot! credits to whoever created the idea of fic-mas. these will all be joe burrow scenarios (of course) and i will make sure to specify what version of joe each fic or blurb is for (written below) and whether they’re full fics, headcanons, or bulleted lists! posts should come every even day of december, from the 2nd to the 24th! much love always, i hope you enjoy!

day one: under the mistletoe (18+, mdni.) - lsu!joe

day two: cindy lou who (sfw!) ex!joe

day three: can’t catch me, i’m the… (sfw!) fiance!joe

day four: a star on top (18+, mdni.) boyfriend!joe

day five: the prettiest sight to see… (sfw!) dad!joe

day six: around the rink (sfw!) bestfriend!joe

day seven: i’ll be home for christmas (18+, mdni.) fiance!joe

day eight: all i want for christmas is… (sfw!) dad!joe

day nine: secret santa (18+, mdni.) boyfriend!joe

day ten: last christmas, i gave you my heart (sfw!) ex!joe

day eleven: pretty paper (18+, mdni!) husband!joe

day twelve: naughty or nice? (18+, mdni!) lsu!joe

if you’d like to be tagged, please reply to this post! thank you, i love you. ❤️ none of the photos or dividers used are mine. all cred to owners.

[scudevils]

santa’s grotto — MV1

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, max is not a smooth talker, not proofread!!

inspired by: “elf” the movie [2.0k]

a/n: so this has like a teeny bit of elf to it also fitting since max is about to become a dilf. it’s also criminal this is like our only christmas max picture that isnt from <2017

it was the busiest time of year at the store you worked at, your minimum wage job definitely didn't pay you enough for the work you were putting in, and you had never been more exhausted. although you were definitely ready to shred whatever self respect you had left to dress up one of santa's elves at the mall's grotto, as it was extra money on top of what you earned. it was easy enough too, spending your days helping children onto santa's lap, listening to their wish lists, and assisting in keeping the holiday magic alive.

the shopping centre was covered in festive decorations, the centre tree being the highlight of them all, although there were a fee smaller ones dotted around the place, holiday music, and, of course, long lines of parents and excited children eager for their turn at the chance on santa's lap.

despite the long shifts, you loved your job, it was easy money and the atmosphere was joyful, and seeing the kids' faces light up as they spoke to santa was always worth it. it'd been your third year running around as one of the elves, making sure whatever present the kids had asked santa for was reported back to their parent, and this year was just as simple as the other.

you'd heard the buzz from one of your coworkers, layla, about someone famous coming to visit for a charity event in one of the pop up stores visiting for the weekend, singing autographs and taking pictures and she'd been dying to meet them. the name in the back of your mind somewhere but you couldn't quite place it.

you were in the middle of helping a little boy tie his shoes when you noticed the increased amount of people surrounding the little grotto, camera's flashing in the distance gave you an idea on who was about to round the corner. his cap was pulled down across his face, but his team wear still made him stand out like a sore thumb, and his hand held that of a little boy's beside him, shielding him from the onslaught of pictures.

"that's him." you heard layla whisper to you, a small laugh falling from your lips as you watched the way her eyes were on him like a hawk, she was definitely a fan. she was trying to act natural, focusing on the task she had of keeping the children and parents in an organised line, and you took it as an opportunity to look the man over, trying to pinpoint where you'd seen the logo on his shirt but you couldn't quite remember, but as you finally looked at his face you'd been caught, a small smile being sent your way and turned around before causing anymore embarrassment to yourself.

he joined the line like everyone else, layla not so secretly hoping she'd get to take him into santa's grotto and you went in on a rotation one after the other, and as fate had it, you'd gotten him which she'd realised, and you were close to switching with her and you'd seen how her smile dropped upon the realisation when the parent in front complained about how long they were taking to go in.

finally, they were at the front of the queue, the boy beside him with a smile that could light up an entire room, tugging on max's sleeve as he pointed out the strung up decorations. you crouched down beside him, getting down to his level as you spoke to him. "hello there, who might you be?"

"i'm luca!" he smiled at you, so wide you could see the teeth he was missing and it melted your heart, these were the moments that made your job worth it. "this is uncle maxie." he tugged on his sleeve again, forcing the driver down to both of your levels now, and you couldn't help the smile that stretched across your face.

you quickly introduced yourself back to them, taking a look back inside to see if layla was nearly done before turning back to luca and max. "santa's been waiting for you, do you want to come and see him." just as you were trained, you let your hand fall down for him to hold if he wanted, and max flashed you as smile, it was embarrassing how your heart rate picked up at the sight, as his nephew took it, walking into the makeshift cabin.

you led them to santa's chair where his nephew sat down, looking around amazed by the setup, from the warmly decorated tree in the corner to the candy

canes that decorated the room, the smell of gingerbread unavoidable as you entered the grotto. the santa was an older man with a thick white beard,  ready for photos and you couldn't help but feel a little giddy at the thought of seeing max up close, he had a charming aura about him, something with how big of a celebrity that layla had described him to

you as you wouldn't have expected.

"i'm guessing your not just a regular uncle taking his nephew to see santa?" you probed him, one to start a conversation and two to figure out where you actually knew him. you werent the one to take

max let out a small laugh, letting his head tip back and you couldn't help but smile at his reaction, the dimples on full show as he grinned. "you don't know who i am?" he asked and you shook your head. "sorry that came off as a little self important."

you werent the one to take the photo's inside the grotto, that was left to your other coworker danny, who'd been getting luca to take pictures with all sort of faces on them, one's he was sure he'd make his uncle get for him. "i dont think i've ever seen him this happy with strangers."

you smiled, adjusting your elf hat, tipping it towards him as if it was a cowboy hat and you loved the way the corners of his eyes crinkled as he smiled back. "it's all part of the magic," you said, feeling a bit of pride in your work, it truly did bring some people joy. "you get used to it, but it's fun. and the kids absolutely love it. i'm sure you love what you do to."

"i do, i mean it's fun and i know people enjoy it which makes it worth it." he looked like he was about to say something else but stopped himself, and you knew danny could only take so many pictures before santa was to give luca his gift but you wanted to talk to him more. "i'm pretty good at it too."

before you could respond, danny sent you a signal that he wanted max in the picture with luca and santa, and you quickly stepped aside. they posed for a few photos with santa, looking completely at home in front of the camera as he grinned down as his nephew. there was something about the way he interacted with him and opened the present he'd gotten from santa that caused you to smile, catching max's eye and he smiled back at you, until finally their time was up and the next child was coming through.

before they left the exit of the grotto, max approached you. "thanks for making this memory for him," he said, his smile genuine. "it was fun."

"no problem! it was my pleasure," you replied, smiling down at the little boy beside him, who was practically grinning ear to ear with the toy he'd been given. "you know, he was supposed to open that on christmas."

max shrugged his shoulders, ruffling luca's hair before looking back at you. "i'm the uncle, i'm meant to spoil him."

"you hear that luca," you crouched down to his level again, taking the elf hat off of your head and placing it on his own, knowing you had countless more in the store to put on, "you're gonna get spoiled."

"don't put idea's in his head, i might not live up to them." max offered you a playful grin.

"i'm sure you'll manage."

~

the store was just near closing now, your elf costume long been took off and you were back into your regular clothes, being the last one left in the store to lock up as layla had left around an hour before your shift finished. the store was ready to go for the storming of christmas shoppers it was bound to get tomorrow, decorations hanging from the ceiling and trees decorated around the shop floor.

a small cough from behind you snapped you out of your thoughts, although jumping out of your skin was more accurate to say as you attempted to slow down your rapid heartbeat, letting out a sigh of relief when you realised it'd only been a customer and you must've forgotten to put the shutter down.

"didn't know it i had to return this or not." the familiar dutch accent punctuated his words, the sound of his voice more attractive to you than you would have liked to admit. "that's a shit excuse to come back isn't it?"

“i'm glad you're self aware." you joked, back to him as you hung up a couple more baubles on trees dotted around the store, making sure each had enough to look full but not cluttered. "can't believe thee max verstappen came back to see me."

you could hear him let out a small laugh, the shuffling of shoes against the ground and he was right behind you, crouching down to hang the bauble on the tree next to the one you just put down. "i see you done some research."

your pulse quickened, embarrassed at how him being close to you gor you nervous, you didn't even know the guy yet he had some sort of an effect on you, but you ignored the feeling and shrugged your shoulders. "helps when you have a friend mad about racing, you should really meet her, she's a lewis fan though."

you didn't miss the way he smiled after rolling his eyes at your words, or the way your skin felt like it was on fire as he placed a hand on your shoulder to stop what you were doing and face him. "i came back, to say i thought you were really pretty, and if i could have your number."

he slightly mumbled the last part, becoming jumbled in the overall sentence and you giggled at his nerves. "yknow, for an f1 driver i was expecting more charisma," you teased him but still pulled out your phone, passing it to the dutchman who'd half expected you to reject him and encouraging him to put his own in your phone.

"are you busy right now?" he rubbed the back of his neck as he asked, a little awkwardly but it made him even more endearing to you, and when you glanced down to the undecorated sections of the tree he quickly corrected himself. "i can help you decorate?"

the grin on your face reassured his nerves as he let out the breath he'd been holding in, beginning to pick out the baubles from the pile and laughing as you swatted away the ones that were too similar from going near each other, at some point he'd taken the elf hats from one of the piles and placed them on both of your heads, maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to give him a shot.

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secret santa [ficmas day 12] [stiles stilinski x afab!reader]

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playlist:

buy me presents -- sabrina carpenter

christmas caller -- beach bunny

santa, can't you hear me -- kelly clarkson & ariana grande

"Why did Lydia think this was a good idea?" Stiles groaned, opening the 'Secret Santa email.' Scott was sitting on his bed doing homework while Stiles debated the merits of ignoring the email. 

"Because she says this is cheaper than us all having to get gifts for each other."

Stiles ignored that comment and opened the email to receive his assignment. He could think of a few different ideas for the various people in his life. Scott was easy; they were best friends. Isaac could get an embroidered scarf that said, 'I'm bitter for no reason.' Derek could get a new personality, although Stiles didn't know how much that would cost. 

He watched the wheel spin on the automated Secret Santa email, and against his best wishes, he got your name. 

"No, no, no," Stiles kept trying to refresh the page, hoping for a different answer. Scott looked up in personality, getting off the bed to see his screen. He started laughing when he saw your name. 

"You're screwed."

"This is awful!" Stiles spun around in his chair. "I can't get the girl I like a gift; she's going to hate it."

"Probably."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're not helpful?" Stiles looked at Scott, raising his brow. Scott patted him on the shoulder. Stiles hit his shoulder, and it quickly devolved into a wrestling match with Stiles in a headlock and Scott getting kicked in the face. Sheriff Stilinski entered a second later. He took one look at the scene and left a second later. 

After Stiles lost in wrestling, they ended up at the mall. They agreed that it was the most likely place to find a gift. Scott had to shop for Isaac, which Stiles was weirdly envying at this moment. 

"Okay, we're going to split up. Meet in an hour at the food court."

"For food?"

"Yes," Stiles sighed. "And to check progress."

"But also for food?" Scott questioned. "I've been craving a corndog."

"Scott, I need you to lock in," Stiles groaned. He had been staring out at the bright expanse of the mall and was already developing a migraine. "We have a mission."

"You have a mission," Scott nudged Stiles with his shoulder. "I'm doing fine."

"I really hate you," Stiles muttered as Scott took off towards whatever he smelled. Likely a pretzel. He was strangely food-motivated. 

Stiles checked out Bath and Body Works first, but after feeling like he would pass out from the smells, he elected to leave. He wandered into a Brandy Melville and got offended by the sizing (or lack thereof). He then sat on a bench outside the darkest clothing store he'd ever seen. Just as Stiles wished for divine intervention, Lydia came into sight. She beelined over to him immediately. 

"Do I want to know why you're here?" she asked, arms crossed. Stiles squinted up at her.

"Because of your stupid Secret Santa and my stupid assignment," Stiles said, sinking further into his bench. Lydia sat down next to him. 

"You got Y/N, didn't you?"

"How–"

"I know things," Lydia pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. Stiles glared at her. She crossed her legs, looking over at Stiles. "I'm going to help you because you make me sad."

"Thanks."

"What have you thought of so far?"

Stiles pondered for a second.

"A sexy candle."

"Okay, I'm going to say no to that immediately," Lydia opened her purse, grabbed out a lipgloss, and reapplied it. Stiles had no idea why she needed to reapply it. "Let's go look around at a few places."

Stiles wished for Scott in that moment. Scott didn't stress him out to no end. Lydia dragged him to eleven different stores and shot down almost all of his ideas. He was ready to quit, move to a different state, and change his name in order to avoid disappointing you at Secret Santa. You were too important to him to disappoint. Right as Stiles' legs started hurting, he saw one store that gave him pause. 

"I'm going in there," Stiles announced, ignoring Lydia's protests. It was a traditional gift store with various accessories, gag gifts, home decor, and more. He avoided the seasonal aisle and the stupid kitchen towels with quotes on them to make a beeline for the kids' section, specifically the stuffed animal section. 

He saw a floppy Snoopy and pulled it off the top shelf. Stiles showed Lydia. 

"What do you think?" Stiles asked. He was out of breath from his quick run into the store. "She loves Snoopy; she mentions it whenever there's a Snoopy thing."

Lydia smiled, taking the Snoopy from him. She gave it a few squishes for good measure. 

"It's perfect; nice job, Stiles."

"Thank you," Stiles beamed. He tossed the Snoopy back and forth between his hands. "Who did you get for Secret Santa?"

"Derek."

"Just get him a new personality."

"I hope you know that both you and Y/N said that," Lydia rolled her eyes. Stiles grinned, moving to the cash register to buy his Snoopy. He paid a little extra to get it wrapped (he can't wrap it for his life) and skipped out of the store. Stiles pulled out his phone to check the time, guessing he should probably be catching back up with Scott. He, of course, ran into you at that exact moment. 

Literally ran into it. 

"Hey, Stiles," you laughed, catching him by the shoulders. His cheeks burned red as he saw who it was. 

"Hey!" he grimaced. "What are you doing here?"

"Probably the same as you, Secret Santa shopping," you shrugged. He liked whatever you did with your hair today. However, Stiles has always loved whatever you did. You eyed the bag in his hand. "Did you get something already?"

"Yeah…I had help from Lydia," Stiles scratched the back of his neck. 

"I'll see you around, Stilinski," you punched his shoulder, running off to who knows where. Stiles was still frozen in place a second later. He shook himself out of his stupor, immediately running to the food court to look for Scott. 

~

Scott and Stiles showed up in matching ugly Christmas sweaters to Lydia's Secret Santa party. They were very proud that they found not one but two of them at Goodwill and felt it was a theme to show up in. Lydia was not amused. 

She almost refused to let them in. 

Stiles was excited to see that you were already there. You had on sparkly tights and a sweater dress, and Stiles was once again struck by the thought that you were the prettiest girl in the room. He suddenly felt very stupid in his sweater. You took notice as he approached. 

"Oh, that's hilarious," you laughed, reading his top. It had all the reindeer decorating the tree on top of each other, saying 'Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, on top of Vixen.'

"That's what I thought. Lydia disagrees," Stiles sat down next to you. You curled up your legs underneath you. 

"Lydia is stressed about the party."

"She throws the best parties; why is she stressed?" Stiles saw a platter of cookies out on the coffee table and took one for himself. He offered you half. 

"Probably because you have to constantly be stressed to throw the best parties." You accepted half of his cookie.

"Touche."

Stiles was gleeful that he could talk to you until the present reveals started. Everyone else showed up, and at forty-five minutes past the hour, Lydia called everyone to attention to exchange gifts. Suddenly, Stiles felt very nervous. 

It was easy for him to get caught up in everyone else's excitement and forget about his own doom, so when he received his gift (some nice plaid shirts from Allison), he got all clammy as he handed you yours. Your eyes lit up as you saw the bag. 

"I knew it was for me," you whispered, recognizing the bag from the mall. Stiles shrugged, wringing his hands. You unwrapped it carefully and then let out a squeal of delight as you saw the Snoopy. Stiles let out a sigh of relief. 

"I know you love Snoopy."

"Not just any Snoopy, Joe Cool Snoopy," you grinned, hugging the plush to your chest. "He's really cool."

"That's why they call him Joe Cool," Stiles answered. Lydia gave him a subtle nod from the other side of the room. Everyone else got to open their gifts, which is when Lydia brought out the champagne she stole from her Mom's stash. Very quickly, everyone got a pleasant buzz that only made the conversation louder. You nudged Stiles and gestured towards the kitchen, Snoopy still in hand. He followed after you. 

You launched yourself at him as soon as you got in the kitchen. 

"The gift is perfect," you mumbled, voice blocked by his shirt. Stiles thought you smelled like peppermint. You pulled away to look at him. "Thank you."

"A-Anything for you," Stiles stuttered, struck by how close you guys were. You didn't seem to notice or mind. 

"I have a gift for you."

"You didn't get me in Secret Santa," Stiles asked, confused. You just shook your head. 

"A gift of my own volition."

You leaned up and kissed him, lips still tasting of champagne. Stiles could do nothing but melt into you. He was dumbstruck when you parted. 

"Merry Christmas, Stiles," you hummed. Stiles grinned, kissing you again. 

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

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“C’mon, it’s just a kiss!” James shakes his head as he follows you into the common room, but you’re determined to brush him off. He’s been going on about how his resolution this year was to get at least a kiss from you, but of course, this excuse isn’t convincing you either. Just like how his previous ones didn’t, either.

“I told you, James,” you roll your eyes, kicking your shoes off before heading through the common room. “I will not kiss you.”

“But-” but you are quicker than the brown-haired boy, cutting him off.

“When the snow turns red, Potter,” you swiftly make your way up the stairs before giving him another chance.

You keep rejecting him day after day not being sure his intentions really are what he makes them to be like. So, you just brush him off every time he tries something.

But the next day…

Oh, the next day. Pure shock plastered over your face, you make your way down the stairs after you look out the window of your dorm. Oh, you shouldn’t have threatened him like that. Never mess with a Marauder, and never tell him things that seem impossible because he bends the laws of physics the way he’d bend you over a desk. Just like now: the Hogwarts grounds covered with a white layer of snow as of yesterday look like a hell of a crime scene right now. Let’s hope James didn’t actually murder people in a creative haze to paint the scenery crimson.

You must smile, though. He did it. He actually wanted that kiss so bad that he found a way to colour the snow.

“Ah, Y/N what a day!” he grins, noticing you descending from the gallery. “Did you admire th-”

But his words are cut short by your lips crashing into his, and he has to fight a gasp before melting into the gesture, tugging you closer by grabbing your waist gently.

“I thought it would take a bit more teasing than you flying into my arms first thing in the morning,” he mutters against your lips with a teasing tone, his breathing slightly ragged.

You respond with a chuckle, “I keep my word, you know. How did you do that? With the snow?”

James chuckles. He’s been up all night, trying to convince Moony to help him until he found the spell himself, “Let’s just say your wish is my command.”

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