#meeting the inlaws

[starwarsmum]

HMB Word Darts: prompt for this one is Meeting The In-Laws ❤️

Marinette stretched and looked around at the full plane. It was six hours into the eight hour flight and she was anxious to be landing. She should have slept, she had meant to sleep, but her mind was blasting through very stressful scenarios instead. 

“Nette, can you chill the fuck out?” Jason muttered from next to her. She blushed and grimaced apologetically but couldn't stop her leg from bouncing. Jason sighed and took her hand in his, stroking the back of it with his thumb. “What's on your mind?”

“I just…I haven't come back here since Hawkmoth was stopped and I don't know how to feel about it all. Like, I'm allowed to rage, be upset or whatever, but all I'm feeling is anxiety,” Marinette rambled, focusing on the calluses on his fingers and palm. They grounded her and made her exhale fully for the first time in an hour.

“You know, you still haven't totally explained the whole ‘Hawkmoth thing’ to me,” Jason remarked drily, frowning when she hesitated. “Mari, if you don't tell me I'll just assume the worst and I don't think either of us wants to deal with that.”

“Okay, okay,” she relented, squeezing his hand tightly. He didn't say anything and she blew out another breath before beginning. “So, I told you about Hawkmoth the emotional terrorist, right? And that the Justice League helped take him down about six months before you…returned to Gotham.

“Well, he was active before I came to Gotham. Like, very active and we had two superheroes: Ladybug and Chat Noir. They were young, like fourteen/fifteen when they started? But they beat his akumas and that's all that really matters. 

“But then Ladybug went missing. She just stopped showing up and then there was a new Ladybug, Scarabella, who said she had to take over. And she was fine, Hawkmoth never got the earrings or ring, but they also didn't get anywhere with it? 

“Anyway, after I spoke with Dinah and told her a little about my history she got the League to look into it,” she shrugged, still staring at Jason's fingers. 

“...you realise that doesn't tell me nearly enough,” Jason said in a low voice, and Marinette knew that if she had the nerve to look him in the eye she would see a green taint. “Mari, please, just tell me whatever it is you're so afraid of.”

“I don't know, okay? The last time I was here I helped facilitate a conversation between the League and the local heroes. And that should have been amazing, I should have been thrilled to be a part of saving my home city. But all I could think was that it wasn't home anymore, and that I let everyone down.”

“That makes no sense,” Jason said after a brief and awkward silence. “How could you have let anyone down? You were a teenager and you lost your parents. It is a goddamned miracle that you didn't end up as a puppet for that Hawkmoth guy.”

“I guess you're right,” Marinette replied, knowing that he wasn't but not wanting to argue. He made a sound that crossed between a huff and a growl and she winced. “Look, everyone has secrets that they'd rather not share. All I can say right now is that I was connected to the heroes before I left. That's why I'm confident we can get their help now.”

Jason didn't say anything but his hand pulled away from hers before clenching into fists. Marinette wasn't sure what he was thinking but she was fairly sure the Pit was whispering awful things to him again. They had had long conversations about how he had come back differently and he had admitted that when the Pit was in the driver's seat he wasn't sure what lines he wouldn't cross.

It was the main reason he hadn't kissed her again, in spite of Marinette insisting that she would be fine. He had the idea that he would wind up hurting her if he spent too much time with her and nothing she said would change his mind.

The silence persisted through the remainder of the flight and he didn't break it until they were checking into a hotel. Once they were settled in their separate rooms, she knocked on the door that connected them.

“I don't know how to feel about you being connected to the heroes,” he said once they were sitting on his bed. She gave him a questioning look and he rubbed his face with both hands. “It just seems so twisted that we didn't tell you about the whole Robin thing so you didn't get hurt but, actually, you probably would've found it easier to talk to us if you'd known.”

“Yeah, believe me I've thought about it a lot,” she said in as light-hearted a tone as she could manage. “It all feels like some cosmic joke and I wish I could say that I found it funny but…it's just another thing I screwed up in the long list of my failures, I guess.”

“Hey, that's not true. You were a traumatised teenager and you had no idea if you could even trust us. It's not like we told you what was going on either,” Jason argued, pulling her into a hug. “If anyone's to blame for what happened, it's me and Bruce, not you.”

“How about we just agree not to blame ourselves,” Marinette laughed, holding carefully still so that he wouldn't push her away. “Anyway, the most important thing is that I know who the current Ladybug holder is and can probably get us face time with Tikki.”

“And Tikki is…”

“The Kwami of creation, counterpart to the Kwami of Destruction who has the whole green thing going on. She'd know if the Pit Madness is linked to Plagg.”

They chatted for a few minutes longer before Marinette stood and stretched. Jason gave her a quizzical look; she never ended a hug first.

“I already messaged my friend about meeting up but she hasn't got back to me yet. I figured I should probably visit the cemetery while I have some time,” she explained, staring out of the window rather than looking at him. “You don't have to come with me, I can call you when Alya gets back to me-”

“Of course I'm coming with you,” Jason said immediately, standing and grabbing his jacket. A wave of relief crashed through Marinette - she didn't want to go alone, but hadn't wanted to ask.

_ _ _

Jason wondered if he should feel weird, visiting a cemetery. Logically, he knew that he didn't remember crawling out of his grave but he still had flashes, sometimes. A feeling of slight claustrophobia, cool dirt under his nails and pressed against his face. 

Perhaps if this was that cemetery, he would, but this Parisian cemetery was full of sunlight and fresh air. Not to mention he had Marinette with him, practically the only thing that he had in his new life that meant anything to him. So he was struggling to find anything to be anxious about.

“We're here,” she said softly, laying a bouquet of flowers on the twin graves in front of them. “Maman, Papa, this is the boy I told you about, Jason. Jason, my maman and papa, Sabine and Tom.”

Jason didn't say anything, a lump in his throat choking off any words he might have said. Marinette didn't seem to expect him to say anything anyway, her soft voice rambling on as she talked about everything and nothing. 

She had just started talking about planning to see her friend when her phone rang. Apologising, she pulled it out of her pocket and stepped away. She was speaking very swiftly in French and Jason didn't bother trying to keep up.

“I’m sorry I never got the chance to meet you,” Jason said once Marinette was further away. He felt a little silly, talking to a couple of headstones, but Marinette had done it. “She talks about you now, but even before that I could tell she loved you. Whenever she talks about you she kind of…lights up a bit.”

He went silent, relieved there wasn't anyone else there to hear him talking to no-one. It wasn't too much longer before Marinette returned, looking pensive. She grinned sheepishly when he asked what was wrong.

“Well, my friend says she can meet up with us right away, but she's going to an event with our old class. So we can either wait until she's free next week, or suffer through rubbing elbows with a bunch of people I haven't seen in a long time. I'm inclined to head straight there so I can get some answers but I'd understand if you wanted to give it a miss and wait a little longer.”

“I don't think I want to waste any time on this,” Jason answered immediately. She beamed at him before leading him out of the cemetery and, hopefully, to answers.

_ _ _

As they approached the park outside the old collége, Marinette felt her eyes straying to the newly finished apartment buildings that stood where the bakery had previously. She had known it was happening, they had been blocking it off the last time she was here, but it still made her ache to see anything other than the bakery standing there.

“Marinette?! Oh my gosh, hi!” A pink blur launched herself at Marinette, who caught Rose easily. She hadn't changed much; her blonde hair was still in a pixie cut although there was now a hot pink streak running through it. Her clothes had aged with her and she sported pink jeans, a black vest and a white jacket, but she was still bright and bubbly.

“Hey Rose, long time no see,” Marinette replied softly, hugging the other girl back. Jason stayed back, not interrupting but not being too far away from her. “Alya mentioned you all were going to be here, I'm glad I managed to see you.”

There were excited shouts and greetings all around as Marinette came closer to everyone. She spotted Alya, who grinned at her, standing with Nino and Adrien. She made her way around everyone she could before reaching the trio and gave Alya a tight hug.

“Girl, it's been way too long,” Alya said in a low voice, full of affection. Nino took a turn squeezing her as well, although Adrien merely lifted an awkward hand in greeting. “How have you been? I haven't seen you since, what, a year ago?”

“Something like that,” Marinette said, smiling before she gestured for Jason to step closer. “Jason, these are my old classmates, Alya, Nino and  Adrien. All of you, this is Jason Todd.”

“Nice to meet you all,” Jason said, not stepping close enough for any of them to touch him. “Nette’s told me about you all before, it's nice to be able to put faces to names.”

“I wish I could say I'd heard of you,” Alya replied, gaze turning inquisitive behind her lenses. “But as I said, Marinette and I don't actually talk too often anymore. So what brings you-”

“Oh gosh, I'm so sorry I'm late everyone! I was just helping one of the heroes with a statement to the Italian Embassy and lost track of time.”

Marinette felt a detached amusement when she turned and saw her one-time enemy, Lila Rossi. The young woman was dressed in a ridiculously poofy dress, the sleeves almost comically wide. Her looks hadn't overly changed, her hair still in ponytails. 

“Wow, Lila, that's so cool,” Juleka muttered, blushing when everyone looked at her. Marinette refrained from rolling her eyes - it was hard to get worked up about someone lying for clout when it didn't impact her directly, after everything she had been through.

“Yeah, it's really something else,” Alya said through slightly gritted teeth. Marinette almost jolted when she realised that Alya would obviously know that Lila was lying now. With a vague sense of detachment, she wondered whether Alya had tried to call the other girl out at all.

“Alya, just leave it,” Adrien muttered, giving Alya a reproachful look. Marinette looked at him quizzically, curious as to why he was trying to talk Alya down. “The high road, remember? It'll all come out in due time.”

Nino didn't seem to be paying the pair much attention, but Marinette was very interested in what was going on. Alya took a deep breath, and forced a smile back onto her face. She turned back to Marinette and released the breath before moving past it.

“Anyway, what were you saying? About why you're back in Paris?” Alya continued, brow furrowed in concern. “And who's tall, dark and handsome back there? Jason, you said, right?”

“It's…complicated,” Marinette hedged, glancing at Adrien and Nino briefly. “I kind of need to talk to our little friend, T? And maybe our other mutual friend, P?”

“Oh,” Alya said, eyes widening behind her glasses. “Right, okay, sure thing girl. Is it, like, time sensitive or…”

“The sooner the better, honestly. I know you're having a party right now, if you could just let CN know that I need to talk to P, I can wait for him somewhere-”

“Um, give me twenty minutes? And then the party should be in full swing and I won't have to watch every little thing.”

It was more like half an hour later, and Alya dragged Jason and her away to a secluded alleyway. She pulled up short when she saw both Adrien and Nino standing there, looking confused and a little concerned.

“Okay, so this is going to be a little awkward. Mari knows about me,” Alya said to the other two. Nino nodded, but Adrien started, his eyes wide and brow furrowed. “Honestly, if Mari hadn't chosen me, I wouldn't be who I am, so…”

There was a pause as Nino and Adrien looked at her confusedly before something apparently twigged. Nino did a double take and made a noise of comprehension. Adrien's was by far a more comical reaction. He flushed red and practically jumped towards Marinette.

“Wait, you were Ladybug?” Adrien whisper-shouted, grabbing hold of Marinette's shoulders. She winced almost imperceptibly and Jason snarled as he grabbed Adrien's upper arms. “Sorry, I'm sorry, it's just- I can't believe it was you, all that time.”

“The fuck does he mean, you were Ladybug?” Jason hissed, eyes beginning to glow green. Marinette felt a distant panic, not knowing how to pull him back. But apparently she needn't have worried because Plagg was suddenly in his face, staring at him.

“Pigtails, how did you find someone who's been in the Lazarus Pits?” Plagg asked, his tiny body inches from Jason's face. “Don't you know how embarrassing it is to have awful things you created waved in your face? How would you like it if I found something you made when you were a kid and showed everyone?”

“Plagg, this is not the time,” Tikki chided, floating over to Marinette and nuzzling her cheek. “It is so good to see you again, Marinette! But you should tell your boy to put Adrien down.”

Jason released Adrien slowly, the green in his eyes flickering out as Plagg continued to hover in his face. Marinette watched as Plagg flew even closer and settled himself on Jason's nose, still staring unblinkingly. Her gaze flickered to Adrien, who was staring at her in amazement. 

“Okay, so this is mind blowing for obvious reasons,” Marinette said, stunned. “But Plagg, the Pits are the reason we're here. Jason was exposed to them and it's making him a little-”

“Full of rage?” Plagg said snarkily, floating over to her. “Pigtails, the Pits are evil and if he was exposed to them…”

“I know, that's why we're here. Jason was a little bit dead a couple of years ago and now he's not but he's got Pit Madness. When I saw the green, I thought of you and we were hoping you would be able to help,” Marinette explained, only flinching slightly when she said ‘dead’.

“How can someone be ‘a little bit dead’?” Adrien asked incredulously, inching closer to Marinette again until Jason growled at him. 

“She means I was very dead but, through some magic bullshit, I'm not anymore. But the Pit Madness is making things a lot harder and she's hoping someone here can fix me,” Jason said, conveying through tone that he didn't think they could.

“I just want you to feel normal again, Jay,” Marinette said softly, touching his hand. Alya shot her a scrutinising look but didn't say anything. “So, can you help?”

“Sure thing, Bug,” Plagg said, eyes glowing brighter. Jason turned rigid, eyes wide and also glowing. Tikki shrieked and cut them off before it could go any further.

“Plagg, what are you thinking?! Don't you remember what happened last time you cleansed someone of Pit Madness?” Tikki chastised. “If we're going to do this, we need to get him lying down. And maybe have a bucket to hand,” she added thoughtfully.

Marinette glanced at Alya before announcing that their hotel would be the best place to go.

_ _ _

Marinette paced in her room, Nino sitting on her bed as they waited for Alya, Adrien and the Kwamis to finish whatever the heck they were doing to cleanse Jason. She had tried sitting still but she had picked at her fingers so much that they had started bleeding. 

“It's awesome to see you by the way, Dudette,” Nino said at last, looking up from the music app on his phone. Marinette shot him a tight grin but didn't say anything back. “And it's really freaking cool that you used the earrings before Alya.”

“It was a lifetime ago,” Marinette muttered, fingers stroking her ear lobes absentmindedly. “I can't believe you know about Alya and Adrien, but she didn't tell you about me.”

“Yeah, but it wasn't really her secret to tell,” Nino said in that relaxed way of his. “Thanks for trusting Als with everything when you had to go, she's been a really good hero.”

“I knew she would be,” Marinette said quietly. They lapsed into silence until both Adrien and Alya came out of the adjoining room. Immediately she was upon them. “How's he doing?”

“Tikki says he's going to be fine,” Alya reassured her. “But it's going to be several hours before you can go in to see him. Which gives us plenty of time to catch up, okay? Starting with how Jason got exposed to the Pits.”

“Well, he was killed in a joker attack…” Marinette began, launching into a brief explanation of Jason's story. Or at least, in so much as she knew it. Adrien's eyes were fixed on her as she talked but she mostly just stared at the door separating her from Jason.

The others were silent while she spoke, and for a time afterwards. Marinette paid them very little mind as she waited for Tikki to come and explain what was happening. So she was surprised when Adrien came and sat down next to her.

“It is so good to see you again, M'lady,” he whispered, grinning brightly at her. She smiled back, but the old panic that used to come when Adrien looked at her didn't surface. “I can't believe that we were in the same class.”

“It is a little crazy,” Marinette said, a giggle bubbling up. “God, if I'd known you were Chat I don't think I would've been as nervous to talk to you. I used to have such a crazy crush on you.”

“Wait, are you telling me that I was the other boy?” Adrien's eyes were wide and it made Marinette giggle even harder. She was gasping for breath as she nodded, the situation finally fully hitting her. “This isn't funny, Bugaboo!”

“Yes it is,” she gasped back, tears of mirth prickling her eyes. “It's almost…as funny…as Lila…saying she…was with the heroes…when you were…right there…”

“Ugh, don't get me started on that,” Alya grumbled, throwing herself dramatically onto Marinette's bed. “Girl, why didn't you stop me from putting the video of her claiming to be Ladybug's best friend on my blog? I can't believe I fell for that.”

“Jagged Stone's pet kitten, anyone?” Marinette said, snorting when Nino leveled a tired look at her. “She was so obvious with her lies, but now I guess I get why you were a little willing to believe her, chaton.”

The conversation turned to complaining about people lying for clout, Adrien sharing some crazy fan stories and Marinette talking about famous people at galas who somehow still did it, bragging about knowing the Gotham Bat because they'd been saved once.

It successfully distracted Marinette and she jumped when the interconnecting door opened, revealing a pale Jason. Immediately, she leaped to her feet and pulled him over to the bed so she could check him. She was completely oblivious to Adrien handing Plagg some camembert, or Alya letting Tikki nestle in her hair.

“Mari, chill out, I'm fine,” Jason said at last, although his voice rasped slightly, like he'd been throwing up. “The little demon cat thing purged me or whatever, I'm just tired.”

“Well excuse me for worrying,” Marinette sniped back, forcing his chin to point in her direction so she could look in his eyes. “May I point out that you were just cleansed of Pit Madness by miniature gods who have the powers of creation and destruction? They're cute but Plagg literally sank Atlantis and destroyed the dinosaurs.”

“Pigtails, I'm pretty sure I said not to bring up my past failures,” grumbled Plagg from inside Adrien's pocket. 

“Sorry,” Marinette said, sounding anything but. She continued to stare at Jason, even after she was sure he was okay, until Alya cleared her throat. She looked questioningly at the current heroine, head tilted slightly.

“If Plagg and Tikki are done here, I'm pretty sure all Jason needs now is rest,” Alya said warmly. “And I'm sorry to cut a very entertaining visit short, but I have to get to work. And Adrien, you have that appointment?”

After that, Marinette was left alone with Jason. She promised they would be in Paris for a little longer and that they could meet up for dinner in that time. Then, she crawled onto the bed next to Jason, resting her head on the same pillow.

“Hey,” he whispered, turning to look at her. His eyes were so blue and so much clearer than they had been that she couldn't make a sound. “I guess this means I don't have to worry about being a danger to you anymore.”

“Mhm.” Marinette didn't know what else to say, her heart swelling in her chest. Tentatively, she moved until she was resting her head on his shoulder, his arm curving around her. 

They lay like that until they both fell asleep and Marinette knew that she would have the best sleep since before donning the mantle of Ladybug.

[m0dernchr0n1cles]

Li Yunxiang meets Ao Guang

Ao Guang meets the Li siblings at the police station

Ao Guang: "So, you're my son's 'special friend.'"

[Ao Guang gives Li Yunxiang a look over]

Ao Guang: "Awfully young, aren't you?"

Li Yunxiang: "Awfully slimy, aren't you?"

Ao Guang: "Careful, the courts are very strict about slander."

Li Yunxiang: "Oh, yeah? Then let's see how they handle assault!"

[Li Yunxiang attempts to attack Ao Guang but is restrained by Li Jinxiang]

Ao Guang: "You should know something about the prisons here: there's always room for one more!"

[bonefall]

every time i see the erins do something horrific my first instinct is to scuttle here to see the chaos and i am delighted to see i am not alone in that

I GOT 12 ASKS ABOUT TAWNYCROW ALONE

I MADE A DOODLE OF BB!STONEWING AND HIS SIBLING EARLIER TODAY SO ID HAVE SOMETHING TO SHARE ON CHRISTMAS AND THIS HAPPENS

[alistair-blackwood]

Psst. Hey. What do you think Kabru's opinion on Laios' issues with his parents would be?

Gosh, I can barely manage to form my own concrete opinion on Laios' feelings about his parents, much less ascertain Kabru's, haha! After all, Laios says the source of his strained feelings towards his parents is how they treated Falin after her powers manifested, but then again, Falin still regularly writes to them and Laios himself says she wasn't particularly phased by her parents or the village's treatment of her (which is additionally confirmed in the AB). I can't help but wonder how much of Laios' resentment actually stems from how they treat Falin, or if he uses it as a justification to hide how deeply it hurt for him to feel like an outsider. I think this is best supported by how he says he couldn't stand how the village treated Falin, and yet, somewhat paradoxically, says this is the reason why he leaves her behind, which was worse for her than anything the village had done. As with all things, the truth likely lies somewhere in the middle.

Personally, I can't help but feel a lot of the tension between Laios and his father comes from the two of them seeing in each other the parts they don't like about themselves. Ryoko Kui leaves just enough breadcrumbs in the supplemental material to imply Laios' father also has trouble connecting with and taking an interest in the people around him, finding solace in hunting and his dogs, and that could be why he appears to be so standoffish with his family. It's probably especially frustrating for him when Laios falls up short of his expectations because he himself has already run this circuit. I think it's intentional that Laios' father seems to be an alternate version of Laios if he'd never tried to become adventurer, although it's hard to say if Laios had ever picked up on that himself. If they were to ever understand the similarities between them, I think it would go a long way to mend their rift.

As to how Kabru would feel about it, I'm sure he'd recognize how deeply complicated and tangled Laios' feelings would be, considering his own complicated relationship with Milsiril. Coming to terms with your parents' flaws is such a tough pill to swallow, and lord knows it's 10x more complicated with everything going on between Kabru and Milsiril, but Kabru at least seems to have already reached a place where he's made his peace with it, the same as with Falin (which, ugh, Kabru, you are a much stronger person than I am lol). I do feel that he'd want to help Laios mend his relationship with his parents if it's something Laios expressed an interest in doing someday. If nothing else, I feel that Laios' opinion of his father would likely soften over time after having experienced a few stressful years of leadership himself. (I also think Laios' father would more easily come to terms with his own mistakes as a father after seeing Laios surrounded by people who love and accept him for being himself.)

[lavanfalas]

Zevwarden doodles ehehe

[rriverrunning]

imagine a hypothetical tyrion/asha marriage... they could maximize their joint slay by creating new uniquely awful combined family dynamics never before seen in westeros

[frikatilhi]

Tilhi.

Hey Tilhi.

What if Jere watches Bojan fall asleep while they are in a video call one night because Bojan is so tired but he still wants to make time for Jere.

What if, you know?

Dunno what you're talking about

It's been known to happen a few times, both ways.

Like this once, it happened across time zones, when what was 3 am for Bojan was already 10 am for Jere, and Bojan was feeling raw and unloved and Jere kept talking nonsense at him until all he could hear was soft snoring

And this another time, not even the rocking of the tour bus could calm Jere's post gig jitters so Bojan needed to... talk him down... so to speak, with visuals, and afterwards Jere fell asleep with earbuds still on, phone lying face up on the bed so all Bojan could see was the bottom of the bunk above, but still he kept whispering stupid, sweet nothings in the ether, things that he would be embarrassed about had Jere actually heard him

Once it was in person, in Jere's childhood bed, Bojan exhausted from travel and drowsy from sauna and ananaslonkero, and Jere didn't even notice he was slipping under, just kept yapping about their plans

Another time it was also in person, they had just watched football together but excused themselves pretty early, and Jere jostled awake a few times just to grab Bojan's hand again, and Bojan kept talking a bit more, just to answer Jere's unspoken question, yes yes Bojan is here

[ganonfan1995]

Taking the first vacation of my adult life which included travel via plane….and man I really did not understand how crucially important leaving my home region is.

No wonder I never felt “rested” after taking a long weekend/month off work in my own house.

[yumichikah]

He's having himself some breakfast.

[philosophicallie]

im starving so ik why I'm thinking this but

[tearmannfoilathe]

Continued from Here with @aethergate...

" It is with great pleasure to meet you then, Luka. Worry not, I completely understand what you're trying to convey. " Nymh paused her own fidgeting and placed her hands behind her back. It's almost silly really, both parties being anxious over the other. Reminiscent of a human and a house spider...

" Ah. I am a bit of a traveler these days, so, I suppose just being back here is like, touching home base in a way. " This wasn't her forest, certainly not, but the one nearby Will's current residence. It's about as close as she felt comfortable getting in broad daylight...

" If you do not wish for company, I am more than comfortable with locating myself elsewhere. The last thing I wish to do is intrude. "

[ge]

my hc for chosam is that he's being taken care of in heaven by the ppl chung myung loves...

aw..thats good..if i was unwillingly kicked out of my own body id like it if i had a support system

[arandomao3user]

*Smacks blog* This bad boy can fit so much Timbern!

—

Tim, injured, broke his crutch somehow, now dragging himself and his broken leg across the floor to get to the kitchen:

Bernard, walking in: Hey, Timboo, I'm h— . . .

Tim:

Tim: I wanted orange juice.

Bernard: Tim, wtf.

—

Tim, mad at Bernard over something stupid af: Hey, BERNIE.

Bernard, also mad at Tim for something stupid af: Hey, TIMMY.

Tim, eye twitching: So, BERNIE, how were classes?

Bernard: Oh, TIMMY, they were great! How was patrol?

Tim: Well, BERNIE, it was okay, kinda slow—

Damian, who was staying with them for the weekend because he was mad at Bruce: OH MY GODS, TALK ABOUT YOUR ISSUES LIKE MATURE ADULTS AND STOP USING RIDICULOUS NICKNAMES TO RIDICULE EACH OTHER!

Damian, slamming coloured pencils down, storming out:

—

Tim, staying at the manor after a fight with Bernard: I just needed to cool off—

Damian, running in: YOU AND DOWD ARE BREAKING UP?!

Tim: What? N—

Damian, storming out: I AM A CHILD OF DIVORCE AGAIN!

—

Damian: Your art skills are pitiful.

Bernard: You're really judgmental for your age.

Damian: Tt, I have high standards.

Bernard: Why?

Damian: My Mother has high standards for me.

Bernard: . . . You know you don't need to worry about your parents standards for you, right?

Damian:

Damian: What?

Bernard: Yeah, my life got way better when I started meeting my standards for me, not my parents.

Damian: . . .

*Later*

Tim: Bernard, why is Damian quitting Robin and swearing to become a doctor?

Bernard: Why would I know?

Tim: He says you opened his eyes. B is freaking out.

Bernard: Huh... Good for him.

—

Bernard, over comms: Hey, Tim?

Tim, on a stake out with Jason and Dick: Yeah, Honey bear?

Jason, snorting:

Dick, elbowing him: Sh.

Bernard, hearing Dick and Jason and taking it as prime 'f#&$ with the inlaws' time: Are we still on for that thing after you finish patrol?

Tim, actually clueless: What thing?

Bernard: Y'know, sex, I bought a new—

Dick, screaming: TMI TMI TMI OH MY GODS MY BABY BROTHER NO!?

Jason: I wish Ra's took your dick instead of your spleen.

Tim: WHAT!?

Jason: YOU HEARD ME, YOU KINKY F&3%!

Tim: I DIDN'T PLAN ANYTHING!

Dick: DID B EVEN GIVE YOU THE TALK!? OH MY GODS ARE YOU USING PROTECTION?! HAVE YOU BEEN TESTED RECENTLY!?

*The argument progresses while Bernard snickers over comms*

Babs: Bernard, you're banned from the comm lines after this.

Bernard: For how long?

Babs: . . . A week.

Bernard: Damn... Worth it.

—

[heartlilith]

Solar Return Chart Observations 💖

Here are some of my observations and opinions on various placements in the Solar Return Chart

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🪽1st House Pluto / Pluto aspecting the Ascendent can bring immense change that year - especially if you have an Aries or Capricorn rising or Mars/Saturn in the 1st house. Scorpio in the 1st house indicates this as well but less intensely (imo). It may will be a painful process but when you look back on it, it'll be so worth it. If you take away anything from reading about this placement, please let it be to trust the process. Trust the process!!!

🪽Speaking of Pluto; wherever Pluto sits in your SR Chart can indicate where you experience the most change that year - it's where you transform.

🪽Vertex in the SR Chart can show you where fated events will take place; Vertex conjunct Venus in the 5th house can indicate dating someone who teaches you a life lesson or this person could be your soulmate.

🪽Vertex is activated in the SR chart when you meet someone with their Sun, Moon, ASC conjunct your Vertex, aka in the same sign/house. These people come into your life to teach you something. Pay attention to the house placement and aspects to see what the lesson could be.

🪽The worst year of my life was last year (2022). I had my 11th house profection year in Scorpio, traditionally ruled by Mars (modern day Pluto). My Mars in my SR Chart was in the 12th house squaring my Sun, Saturn (22 degree) and my MC. It was in a tight conjunction with Uranus and my North Node and my Moon sign was in 0 degrees. That shit sucked, I wouldn't wish that year on my worst enemy.

🪽12th house placements/signs in the Solar Return Chart can show what people say about you behind your back during the year. Sun in the 12th house squaring Jupiter could mean that people think you're overly confident in your abilities or even egotistical. Venus conjunct ASC in the 12th house could indicate that people talk about how charming and friendly you are. Scorpio ruling the 12th house could have people asking questions about you to others or trying to indirectly get to know you. Looking at aspects with this placement can indicate negative talk (square, opposition), positive talk (trine, sextile) or mixed (conjunction).

🪽12th house placements can also indicate "hidden enemies" or people secretly giving you the evil eye and praying on your downfall. Capricorn Mars in the 12th house can indicate older men or male authority figures (most likely in the workplace) wishing you bad luck that year. Sun in Libra in the 12th house could indicate that your female/feminine friends act fake to your face and talk about you behind your back. Sun here can even mean that you yourself are your own worst enemy. Aries in the 12th house could indicate that the people who dislike you take on Martian traits; can become aggressive, loud, or competitive around you. These people are constantly trying to "one up" you. Pay attention to what house the 12th house lord sits in, it can give you clues for who to watch out for; Lord in 3rd house - your siblings, Lord in 8th house - inlaws, Lord in 11th house - your social group and people in your community.

🪽Venus in the 2nd house in your Solar Return can indicate buying a lot gifts for yourself or having a partner that buys them for you (sugar baby energy). Make up, clothes, jewelry, massages, candles, pajamas, skin care, accessories, and good food can be some of the things you get.

🪽Fire Mars in the 1st house can indicate having more energy, coming across as more aggressive, gaining muscles, starting a workout routine, or obtaining prominent scars on the body.

🪽Water Mars in the 1st house can indicate moodiness, gaining the ability to stick up for oneself, an abundance of creative energy, and wearing your heart (and emotions) on your sleeve.

🪽Earth Mars in the 1st house of the SR Chart can indicate gaining patience that year and learning to take your time. It can give you sustained energy and the ability to complete long term projects/goals.

🪽Air Mars in the 1st house: A lot of mental energy that can manifest as anxiety, a lot of great ideas that could be put into motion, the ability to look at situations from a detached point of view and the ability to multitask.

🪽Moon in the 11th house: You could befriend more females this year or be especially comforted by feminine energies.

🪽Jupiter aspecting ASC - indicates a positive year ahead, Jupiter brings luck and abundance to the person's life. Jupiter here can indicate a positive outlook this year and the native could be presented with great opportunities.

🪽Neptune in the 7th house in the SR Chart can make the native more prone to manipulation. They could be the ones manipulating but most likely it's their partners or someone in their one on one connections. Take off the rose colored glasses. If it feels wrong then its probably wrong.

🪽MC Lord in positive aspect to Sun/Jupiter in the Solar Return Chart can bring positive recognition in the workplace, a raise, or a promotion over the coming year.

🪽Neptune square MC can make an individual unsure about their career. They may have a clouded sense of direction and may realize that they want to do something completely different than what they do now. That, or they could have trouble focusing at work and make careless mistakes as a result.

🪽1st House Lord in the houses can also indicate prominent themes for the year and situations that you'll need to face head on. 1st House Lord in 7th house can make you question how your relationships affect you or it could bring the realization that you need to establish clear boundaries in order to find balance. 1st House Lord in the 10th house can indicate that the native's reputation will be in the spotlight and they will put all their energy into their career for the year. Look at your aspects and assess whether you need to proceed with caution.

🪽Mars harshly aspecting 8th House Lord can indicate accidents that can harm you physically. Be careful around Mars ruled things; knives, power tools, motor vehicles, gym equipment, playing contact sports, etc.

🪽1st House Mercury or Mercury aspecting the ASC can make you more talkative for the year and able to soak up information like a sponge.

🪽Moon in harsh aspect to Mars/Neptune/Jupiter can make it hard to focus on things for the year.

🪽Capricorn Rising in the SR Chart can indicate learning a lot of lessons in the year ahead, be patient with this one because it comes with a lot of blockages which can lead to frustration and impatience.

🪽Saturn/Mars ruled profection years are the hardest to go through in my opinion but they bring the most growth.

🪽Pay attention to where your Chiron is placed in the SR Chart. It can bring up old wounds and traumas that can trigger you and throw you off balance. Chiron in the 1st house: Try to maintain a positive outlook this year, journal your experiences and remind yourself of what you're grateful for. Chiron in the 6th house: Take good care of your health and eat nutritious foods. Try to get along with your coworkers and implement self-care in your daily routines. Chiron in the 11th house: Tell your friends what you appreciate about them, don't take disrespect but pick your battles wisely, donate or volunteer to help those in need.

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[moonselune]

Hi Seluney! I love your fics, they are tiny highlights in my day so thank you for sharing!

Here is some fluff (if you are interested by that prompt of course!) to think about!

A lot of the party members have very complicated or tragic ties to their family, to say the least! Karlach's parents are beloved but dead, Githyanki don't have the notion of family and Lae'zel mentions not knowing what happened to the others who hatched with her, Astarion and his "siblings"?? Then you have living (or not depending on how your playthrough goes YIKES) parents with Wyll and Shadowheart and it's very painful in another way! (And then you have Gale, who is the only one having an awesome relationship with his mom, you go Gale!)

So what about the companions of your choice being "adopted" by their inlaws (be it a huge extended family or something small) who are very normal loving people and just love Tav's partner. Enjoy some domesticity, family gatherings, homecooked meals and bad dad-jokes, you fools!

After all the game put everyone through, the party members deserve nice things! (AND SO DO YOU SELUNEY!)

Ahhhh so wholesome !!! I love it !! Thank you so much for your support and you deserve nice things too - which I hope to have done with your ask xox

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Karlach:

The sun was dipping low in the sky, casting a golden hue over the sprawling farmland as you and Karlach approached your family’s homestead. The landscape was dotted with fields of crops, and the sound of livestock filled the air. The farm had always been a haven of activity and life, with your parents at its heart, embodying the spirit of hard work and resilience.

As you walked up the well-trodden path toward the house, you could sense Karlach’s excitement mingled with a hint of apprehension. She had heard countless stories about your family and their boisterous, hands-on lifestyle. Now, she was about to experience it all firsthand.

You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. “Just remember, they’re a bit rough around the edges, but they mean well. They’ll love you if you show them your genuine self.”

Karlach grinned, her eyes gleaming with determination. “Don’t worry, love. I’m ready for whatever they throw at me.”

When you reached the front porch, you could already hear the sounds of your parents bustling around. They were in the middle of preparing dinner, the hearty aroma of something delicious wafting through the air. You gave Karlach a quick squeeze before opening the door and stepping inside.

“Ma! Pa! I’m home!” you called out, your voice carrying through the house.

The commotion in the kitchen paused for a moment before your parents emerged from the back, their faces lighting up with warm, if somewhat skeptical, smiles.

Your mother, a robust woman with a no-nonsense demeanor, and your father, a burly man with a heart of gold, both took in the sight of Karlach with keen eyes. Your mother’s gaze softened immediately, while your father’s expression turned into one of open curiosity.

“Ah, you must be Karlach!” your mother said, her voice rich with warmth. “We’ve heard so much about you.”

Karlach stepped forward confidently, extending her hand. “It’s lovely to meet you both. I’ve heard a lot about this place—can’t wait to see it all.”

Your father’s eyes twinkled as he took Karlach’s hand with a hearty handshake. “Well, you’ve come to the right place. This farm’s got more life in it than any city could ever hold.”

Your mother, not to be outdone, pulled Karlach into a surprisingly fierce hug. “Come on in, dear. You’re just in time to help prep for supper. We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

Karlach beamed and followed your parents into the kitchen, where she was immediately put to work. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity—dough being kneaded, vegetables being chopped, and pots clanging. Karlach’s enthusiasm was evident as she rolled up her sleeves and dove right into the chaos, her laughter ringing out as she helped with the preparations.

At first, your parents watched in astonishment as Karlach fit right in with their rough-and-ready approach. She didn’t hesitate to get her hands dirty, joining in with the farm chores, mucking out stables, and even helping with the repairs around the barn. Her fearlessness and exuberance won them over in no time.

Your mother, watching Karlach handle the chores with a grin, leaned over to you and whispered, “You know, she’s got a good head on her shoulders. I like her. She’s not afraid to get her hands dirty.”

Your father, catching a glimpse of Karlach covered in a bit of mud after helping with the pigs, clapped a hand on your shoulder. “She’s got spirit, that one. You should take a page out of her book. None of that fancy city stuff for you. More like Karlach—down-to-earth and tough.”

You chuckled, appreciating their approval and the way they had taken Karlach into their fold so quickly. “I’ll keep that in mind, Pa.”

As the evening progressed, the meal was served, and the conversation flowed easily. Karlach charmed everyone with her stories of adventure and her easy-going nature. Your parents, who had initially been skeptical about anyone who wasn’t tied to the farm’s way of life, had fully embraced Karlach as one of their own.

When the night drew to a close and the stars began to sparkle above, your parents gathered around Karlach, offering her their best wishes and a promise that she was always welcome on the farm.

Your mother placed a hand on Karlach’s shoulder with a smile. “You’ve made quite the impression, dear. You’re part of the family now. Don’t be a stranger.”

Karlach’s eyes shone with genuine emotion as she looked at you, then back at your parents. “Thank you. I feel right at home here.”

As you walked hand-in-hand with Karlach through the now-quiet farm, you felt a profound sense of contentment. Your family had welcomed her with open arms, and their acceptance and love were palpable.

Karlach leaned in closer, her voice soft and full of affection. “Your family is amazing. I never expected to fit in so well.”

You smiled, squeezing her hand gently. “I knew they’d love you. You’re perfect just the way you are.”

And with that, you both enjoyed a serene evening under the stars, knowing that Karlach had truly found a place where she belonged, alongside you and the family who had embraced her with open hearts.

Minthara:

The bustling streets of Baldur’s Gate were alive with activity as you and Minthara navigated through the city, heading toward your home. The contrast between the vibrant, chaotic city and the serene atmosphere of your family’s house was always a bit jarring, but today was especially significant. Minthara had been both eager and apprehensive about meeting your two fathers, and you could sense her anxiety.

As you approached the well-kept house, you could see the warm glow of lanterns spilling out into the street. The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the open windows, mingling with the distant sounds of city life. Your heart swelled with anticipation; this was an important moment, and you hoped it would go smoothly.

You glanced at Minthara, offering her a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. They’ll love you. Just be yourself.”

Minthara, dressed in her usual dark, elegant attire, adjusted her posture nervously. “I know this is a significant moment, but I can’t help feeling uneasy.”

In her defence your fathers were the absolute epitome of what she was raised to think lesser of, two male seldarine drow. But that was her old life, her old beliefs. You had changed her.

You squeezed her hand gently. “My dads are different. They understand what it means to be exiled, and they’ve always been kind-hearted. They won’t judge you.”

With a deep breath, Minthara nodded, and you led her up the path to the front door. You knocked, and the door swung open to reveal your two fathers, both drow with an air of quiet dignity and warmth.

“Welcome home!” your fathers greeted, their smiles broad and genuine. They took in Minthara’s presence with a mix of curiosity and kindness.

Your father, the more talkative of the two, extended his hand with a welcoming gesture. “Ah, you must be Minthara. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. We’ve heard so much about you.”

Minthara hesitated for a moment before shaking his hand, her nerves palpable. “Thank you for having me. I’m… I’m not sure what to expect.”

Your other father, a bit more reserved but equally warm, placed a reassuring hand on Minthara’s shoulder. “We’ve heard about your exile, you poor thing. Please, make yourself comfortable. You’re safe here.”

Minthara’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked between the two of them. She had been expecting hostility or at least a cold reception, but the sincerity in their words and their welcoming gestures took her aback.

As you all moved into the living area, your fathers quickly made Minthara feel at home, offering her a seat by the fire and making small talk. They inquired about her journey, her experiences, and made an effort to ensure she felt at ease.

You noticed Minthara's initial unease gradually melting away as your fathers continued to dote on her. They served her food, asked about her preferences, and seemed genuinely interested in making her feel comfortable.

At one point, your father, noticing Minthara’s hesitation, began to regale her with stories of your childhood. He wanted to ensure she felt included and appreciated, regardless of her background.

Minthara, caught off guard by their kindness, tried to maintain her composure but struggled. She was unaccustomed to such genuine hospitality from drow who were not aligned with Lolth. She found herself being fussed over, with your fathers offering her more attention than you had anticipated.

You could see Minthara’s confusion and discomfort as she tried to navigate this new dynamic. She kept glancing at you, her eyes reflecting a mix of disbelief and discomfort. “I didn’t expect this. Why are they being so kind to me?”

You smiled warmly at her, understanding her surprise. “They know what it’s like to be cast out and exiled. They have a deep sense of empathy for anyone who’s been wronged, and they see past our differences. They genuinely want you to feel welcome.”

As the evening wore on, your fathers continued to make Minthara feel like a part of the family. They included her in conversations, invited her to join in family traditions, and even showed her some of their favorite recipes, explaining them with great enthusiasm.

By the end of the night, Minthara was visibly more relaxed. She had come to terms with the fact that your fathers were not only accepting but incredibly supportive. She found herself enjoying the evening, feeling a sense of belonging that she had not anticipated.

As the night drew to a close and you all said your goodbyes, Minthara pulled you aside, her eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and confusion. “I didn’t know what to expect, but they’ve been wonderful. I feel… I don’t know how to explain it. I feel like I’ve been given a chance I didn’t think I’d ever have.”

You gently squeezed her hand, your heart swelling with affection. “I’m glad they could show you that kindness. You deserve to feel welcomed and loved.”

Minthara smiled, her gaze softening as she looked at you. “Thank you for bringing me here. I didn’t know I could find this kind of acceptance. It means more to me than I can say.”

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Lae'zel:

You and Lae'zel approached the small, secluded home where your parents lived. The quiet serenity of the surroundings was in stark contrast to the chaotic and tumultuous world that Lae'zel was accustomed to. Your heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and nervousness; this was the moment when Lae'zel would meet the parents who had rescued you from the harsh confines of the creche.

You had often spoken of your parents' pacifist and spiritual beliefs, but you knew that experiencing them firsthand might be a shock for someone as battle-hardened as Lae'zel. The journey had been long, but the sight of your parents' humble dwelling at the end of the path was both comforting and reassuring. You took a deep breath and gave Lae'zel a reassuring glance.

As you approached the door, you could hear the gentle strains of a melodic chant, a common practice in your parents’ daily rituals. You knocked softly, and after a moment, the door creaked open to reveal your mother, her face illuminated with a warm, welcoming smile.

“Welcome, dear one,” she said, her voice soft and soothing as she bowed to Lae'zel “You must be Lae'zel. I am so pleased to meet you.”

Lae'zel, always one for directness and formality, gave a respectful nod, her eyes scanning the peaceful surroundings with curiosity.

“Greetings,” she replied, her tone slightly reserved. Not entirely sure what to make of the Githyanki, she was covered in crystal necklaces and patterned robes - she had never seen a monk like this, if they were even monks.

Your mother stepped aside to let you and Lae'zel into the house. Inside, the space was filled with calming colors, soft lighting, and an array of spiritual symbols, incense and artifacts. The atmosphere was imbued with a sense of tranquility that seemed almost otherworldly compared to the harsh realities of the Githyanki creche.

Your father, who had been meditating in a corner, stood up and approached with a gentle smile. His presence was calm and serene, embodying the spiritual essence that defined your upbringing.

“Welcome, Lae'zel,” he said, extending a bow in greeting. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Lae'zel bowed firmly but with a hint of confusion in her eyes. She observed the peaceful surroundings and the serene demeanor of your parents, trying to reconcile it with the chaotic and violent nature of their offspring.

As you and Lae'zel settled into the cozy sitting area, your mother offered tea and various calming herbs. The conversation began slowly, with your parents asking Lae'zel about her experiences and interests, their curiosity genuine and untainted by judgment.

“So, Lae'zel,” your mother began gently, “what is it that you cherish most about your travels and experiences?”

Lae'zel, momentarily taken aback by the question, responded with cautious enthusiasm. “I value strength and discipline. My experiences in battle have shaped me into who I am today.”

Your father nodded thoughtfully. “Strength is indeed an important aspect of life. However, it is also crucial to find balance and peace within oneself. We believe that the universe guides us, and our actions shape our karma.”

Lae'zel listened with a mixture of intrigue and skepticism. “I understand the importance of balance, but my path has always been one of combat and survival. It is difficult to see how such ideals would fit into that world.”

You could see the slight discomfort in Lae'zel’s posture as she struggled to understand the philosophical approach of your parents.

After a moment, she turned to you with a questioning glance. “How did such calm and spiritual individuals produce someone as…”

“Violent and chaotic?” you finished, smiling wryly. “I’ve often wondered the same thing.”

Your mother laughed softly, a melodic sound that seemed to fill the room with warmth. “Our beliefs guided us to raise you with compassion and understanding, but we also recognize that each individual’s path is unique. We honor the journey you have undertaken, even if it diverges from our own.”

Your father added, his voice gentle but firm, “Everyone’s path is a reflection of their soul’s journey. The balance you seek and the battles you fight are all part of the cosmic dance. We accept and love you for who you are, as we do with Lae'zel.”

Lae'zel’s eyes softened as she absorbed their words. The realization that your parents held no ill will or judgment toward her, despite their vastly different beliefs, began to ease her confusion.

“Thank you for your acceptance,” she said, her voice more genuine and appreciative. “It is rare to find such kindness and openness in this world.”

Your mother placed a hand on Lae'zel’s shoulder, her touch light but filled with warmth. “We are grateful to have you here. Our love for our child extends to those who are important to them.”

As the evening wore on, the conversation flowed more naturally. Lae'zel’s initial reservations began to dissolve as she shared stories of her own experiences, and your parents listened with genuine interest and respect. The harmonious blend of your parents' spiritual wisdom and Lae'zel’s battle-hardened tales created a unique and memorable evening.

By the end of the night, Lae'zel’s initial confusion had transformed into a deep appreciation for your parents' way of life. The evening had been a bridge between two worlds, united by love and mutual respect. As you and Lae'zel prepared to leave, you felt a profound sense of contentment, knowing that your parents had embraced your lover with the same unconditional love that had guided them throughout their lives.

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Shadowheart:

The gentle hum of the forest surrounded you as you and Shadowheart approached your family’s home, nestled among the ancient trees. The sun had begun its descent, casting a warm, golden light through the canopy. You had often spoken of your mothers—druids with a profound connection to nature and a loving, albeit occasionally overwhelming, tendency to fuss over you. Today, Shadowheart would finally... experience them.

Your heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and apprehension. You were eager for Shadowheart to meet your family, but you also knew that your mothers’ affectionate, maternal instincts could be a bit overwhelming for someone not accustomed to such a display of love.

As you reached the clearing where your family’s home stood, a quaint and cozy cottage adorned with flowering vines and wooden carvings, you could already hear the soft murmur of your mothers’ voices. You knocked on the door, and it swung open almost immediately. There stood your mothers, their faces lighting up with joy upon seeing you.

“There you are, darling!” your mother called out, her voice warm and welcoming. She pulled you into a tight embrace, her touch familiar and comforting. “We’ve been waiting for you!”

Your other mother, her face alight with a gentle smile, stepped forward and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“And who might this be?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity as she looked at Shadowheart. You stepped aside to reveal Shadowheart, who stood with a mixture of nervousness and resolve.

“This is Shadowheart,” you said, gesturing to your lover. “Shadowheart, these are my mothers.”

Shadowheart offered a polite smile, her demeanor a mix of elegance and curiosity. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.”

Your mothers’ eyes widened with delight. “Oh, what a lovely name! We’re so pleased to finally meet you!” your first mother said, her excitement evident in her voice. “Come in, come in! We’ve prepared a feast.”

As Shadowheart stepped into the home, she was immediately enveloped by the warmth and coziness of the space. The interior was decorated with nature-inspired motifs—wooden carvings, leafy tapestries, and the fragrant aroma of herbs and freshly baked bread.

The fussing began almost immediately. Your mothers led Shadowheart to the table, showering her with compliments and offering her a seat as if she were the guest of honor.

“You must be exhausted from your travels,” your second mother said, placing a plate of food in front of Shadowheart. “Please, help yourself to anything you like.”

Shadowheart chuckled softly, a genuine smile gracing her lips as she accepted the plate. “Thank you. I appreciate the warm welcome.”

Your mothers were not done yet. They hovered around Shadowheart, ensuring that her glass was always full, her plate was never empty, and that she was comfortable at all times. Their attentive care was met with Shadowheart’s amusement, her eyes twinkling with a mix of gratitude and mild surprise.

“It’s quite a spread you’ve prepared,” Shadowheart remarked, glancing around at the abundance of food. “You really didn’t need to go to such lengths.”

“Oh, but we wanted to!” your first mother replied, her eyes sparkling. “We’ve heard so much about you and couldn’t wait to meet the person who has brought so much joy to our dear child.”

As the evening progressed, the fussing continued. Your mothers insisted on telling Shadowheart stories about you as a child—stories that, while endearing, made you blush and roll your eyes in playful embarrassment. Shadowheart found the tales amusing, laughing and teasing you gently.

“You were quite the handful, weren’t you?” Shadowheart teased, her eyes glinting with amusement. “I can see where you get your spirit from.”

You playfully nudged her, a grin spreading across your face. “Oh, you have no idea.”

The evening was filled with laughter and warmth. Your mothers, having taken a liking to Shadowheart almost instantly, treated her as if she were their own. They were thoroughly enchanted by her grace, her charm, and the way she fit seamlessly into their home.

When the night drew to a close, and Shadowheart prepared to leave, your mothers insisted on packing a basket full of homemade goodies for the road.

“You must come back soon,” your first mother said, handing Shadowheart the basket with a loving smile. “We’d love to have you over again.���

“You’re always welcome here,” your second mother added, giving Shadowheart a warm hug. “We’re so happy to have met you.”

As you and Shadowheart left, you couldn’t help but notice the genuine affection and admiration your mothers had for her. Shadowheart, too, seemed touched by the experience, her smile reflecting the warmth and acceptance she had received.

As you walked hand in hand under the stars, you turned to Shadowheart. “How did you find it?”

Shadowheart’s eyes were soft, her expression reflecting a contentment that spoke volumes.

“They’re wonderful,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. “I can see why you cherish them so much.”

You squeezed her hand gently, feeling a deep sense of gratitude. “I’m glad you think so. They really do have a way of making everyone feel loved and welcome.”

Shadowheart nodded, her smile widening. “It’s easy to see why they adore you. You’re a reflection of their kindness and warmth.”

With that, the two of you continued your walk, feeling closer than ever, united not only by your love but also by the acceptance and affection you had both received from your family.

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Gale:

The grand estate of your parents was a marvel of elegance and opulence, nestled amidst well-manicured gardens and towering oak trees. As you and Gale approached the massive, ornate front door, you couldn’t help but notice the intricate detailing of the architecture and the luxurious surroundings. This was the world you had grown up in—a world of magic, wealth, and intellectual pursuit.

Gale, ever the inquisitive sage, was visibly awed by the grandeur. He looked around with wide eyes, taking in the sprawling grounds and the elaborate facade of the estate. As you approached the entrance, the door swung open to reveal a well-dressed butler.

“Welcome,” the butler said with a polished, professional demeanor. Gale’s eyes widened further as he greeted the servant with an enthusiastic nod.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, finally! I can see where Y/N gets their looks from,” Gale said, his voice tinged with excitement and charm. “I’ve read so much about this place! The magical academies you must have attended—”

The butler raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing at his lips. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken, sir. I am not one of Miss Y/N's parents. Allow me to show you in.”

Gale followed the butler inside, his excitement only slightly dampened by the wave of embarrasment he felt. The opulent interior of the estate was even more impressive up close. Rich tapestries, towering bookshelves, and gleaming chandeliers adorned every room.

The butler led you and Gale through a series of grand hallways until you reached the study—a room filled with arcane artifacts, ancient tomes, and an atmosphere of scholarly pursuit. There, seated behind an impressive mahogany desk, were your parents.

Your father, with his silver hair and scholarly robes, was immersed in a complex magical manuscript, while your mother, with her elegant demeanor and keen eyes, was sorting through a collection of rare magical artifacts.

“Mother, Father,” you began, your voice tinged with both pride and nerves, “this is Gale, my partner. Gale, these are my parents.”

Your parents looked up from their studies, their expressions lighting up with genuine warmth and interest. Your father, setting aside his manuscript, extended a hand to Gale. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Gale. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

Gale shook your father’s hand with enthusiasm, clearly impressed. “The pleasure is mine. Your home is magnificent, and the magical artifacts—well, I can’t even begin to describe how fascinated I am!”

Your mother stepped forward, her eyes sparkling with interest. “We’re delighted to finally meet you, Gale. We’ve heard so much about your own magical pursuits.”

As the evening progressed, Gale’s excitement became evident. He eagerly asked questions about the various magical artifacts displayed around the study, and your parents responded with equal enthusiasm. Their conversation was a blend of scholarly debate, magical theories, and tales of past discoveries.

Gale’s fascination with your parents’ work was palpable. He peppered them with questions, discussing magical theories and historical discoveries with a fervor that only someone deeply passionate about magic could muster. Your parents were equally absorbed, clearly enjoying the lively exchange of ideas.

“I’ve always wanted to study the intersection of elemental magic and arcane rituals,” Gale said animatedly, gesturing towards a particularly rare artifact. “How did you come across this?”

Your father launched into a detailed explanation, clearly delighted by Gale’s keen interest. Your mother joined in, adding her own insights and anecdotes. The conversation flowed seamlessly, and Gale’s eagerness to learn was met with genuine enthusiasm from your parents.

As the night wore on, the conversation showed no sign of slowing down. Your parents continued to engage Gale, showing him their latest magical experiments and inviting him to delve into their extensive library. The scholarly exchange was so engrossing that you found yourself on the periphery, watching with a mixture of amusement and exasperation.

Eventually, it became clear that Gale was completely absorbed in the discussion. Your parents, captivated by his curiosity and knowledge, had no intention of ending the evening anytime soon. You, on the other hand, knew it was getting late and that you needed to move on.

With a mixture of laughter and determination, you approached Gale, gently placing a hand on his shoulder. “Gale, dear, I think it’s time for us to head home.”

Gale looked up, slightly dazed but still buzzing with excitement. “Oh, already? I haven’t even scratched the surface of the library yet.”

Your parents, catching the hint, smiled sympathetically. “We’ve enjoyed having you, Gale. You’re always welcome here. Your enthusiasm and knowledge have been a breath of fresh air.”

Gale beamed, clearly pleased with the reception he had received. “Thank you, I’ve learned so much tonight. I look forward to our next meeting.”

You guided Gale towards the door, the evening’s scholarly discussion still lingering in his mind. As you stepped out into the cool night air, Gale’s excitement was palpable.

“That was incredible,” he said, his eyes alight with enthusiasm. “Your parents are amazing. I could talk with them for hours.”

You smiled, feeling a mix of pride and amusement. “I’m simply glad that you enjoyed yourself. ”

As you walked hand in hand, you could still see the gleam of excitement in Gale’s eyes. The evening had not only strengthened his connection with your parents but had also deepened your appreciation for the intellectual curiosity and warmth that they had so effortlessly shared.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Astarion:

The grand estate of your high elf mother was a testament to centuries of noble lineage and refined taste as much as you tried to hide it. As you approached the entrance with Astarion by your side, the opulence of the place was unmistakable as was his excitement: towering columns, intricate carvings, and gardens that seemed to bloom with an otherworldly elegance.

You had warned your lover that your mother was very particular about appearances and had a deep-seated appreciation for high elven nobility. You knew it may hit a chord with Astarion considering he could not remember his family. Yet, you hoped that perhaps the favourable opulence your mother provided would be a balm to him.

When the door was opened by a distinguished servant, you were greeted by the sight of your mother standing in the grand foyer. She was the epitome of high elven grace, with her silver hair elegantly styled and her attire reflecting the nobility she held so dear. Her eyes, though sharp and discerning, softened as they fell on you.

“There you are, my dear!” she exclaimed, her voice musical and filled with affection. She swept forward to embrace you. “I’ve been eagerly awaiting your visit.”

You smiled, returning her embrace. “Hello, Mother. I’d like you to meet Astarion, my partner.”

Your mother’s gaze shifted to Astarion, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took him in. Her sharp eyes caught every detail, and what she immediately saw was potential.

“Ah, Astarion,” she said with a smile. “A pleasure to meet you.”

Astarion gave a graceful bow, his own expression a blend of charm and curiosity. “The pleasure is mine, Mi'lady. Your home is as magnificent as I’d imagined.”

As you and Astarion followed your mother into the main sitting room, the conversation turned to more personal matters. Your mother’s gaze was fixed on you, and you could almost see the wheels turning in her head as she took in your appearance. Her tone, though gentle, carried an undertone of reproach.

“My dear,” she began, her eyes softening only slightly. “I must say, I wish you would carry yourself more like the noble you are. You have such stunning jewelry and robes that you never wear, and yet you choose to dress in these ragged outfits. Why?”

You sighed, recognizing the familiar note in her voice. “Mother, you know I’m not one for formalities and fineries.”

Astarion, who had been observing the exchange with growing interest, found himself in a curious position. He had often made similar comments, and now, seeing your mother’s concern mirrored his own, he couldn’t help but agree.

“You know,” Astarion said, his voice smooth and diplomatic, “your mother makes a valid point. I’ve often thought that such beautiful jewelry would be more fitting for someone of your stature, my love.”

Your mother’s eyes lit up at Astarion’s agreement. “Oh, wonderful! You see, Astarion understands. He has such exquisite taste. Perhaps you should take a leaf out of his book.” Before you could protest, your mother clapped her hands with excitement. “I’ve actually arranged for a tailor to come in today to create some outfits for you, my dear. But clearly, it would be wasted on you if you don’t care for such things. Astarion, come with me. Let’s get you properly fitted.”

Astarion, caught between delight and surprise, found himself being gently but firmly escorted by your mother towards the designated fitting room.

“Oh, this is going to be a treat,” Astarion said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “I’ve always enjoyed the finer things.”

As your mother guided him away, she called back over her shoulder, “I’m so glad my child has chosen someone with such impeccable taste. I’m sure you’ll look splendid.”

Left alone in the sitting room, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the turn of events. Your mother’s unabashed enthusiasm for fashion was well-known, but it was amusing to see Astarion so willingly swept up in her plans.

When Astarion finally returned, impeccably dressed in one of the tailored outfits, he was a picture of elegance and refinement. Your mother beamed with pride at her handiwork, while Astarion struck a pose with a grin.

“There,” Astarion said, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “I must admit, your mother’s taste is impeccable.”

You smiled, both amused and touched by the way your mother had embraced Astarion. It was clear that she had taken an immediate liking to him and had found joy in seeing him embrace the world of high elven nobility.

“Thank you, Mother,” you said, your tone filled with genuine gratitude. “I’m glad you like him.”

Your mother smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with contentment. “Of course, dear. It’s always wonderful to see someone who appreciates the finer things in life and of course loves you so dearly.”

As the evening progressed, you felt a renewed sense of connection with both your mother and Astarion. Their mutual appreciation for elegance and refinement had created a bond that bridged the gap between your world and Astarion’s. And as you watched them converse animatedly, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment knowing that your worlds had come together in such a delightful way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Wyll:

You arrived at the quaint, country home where your older siblings lived, a place that held countless memories of your childhood. Your siblings, though somewhat overprotective, had always been your steadfast support, especially after they had taken you in and raised you as their own. They had shaped your upbringing with love and a strong sense of family, which had molded you into the person you were today. Now, it was time for them to meet Wyll, your partner.

As you pulled up to the house, you could see your siblings through the window, busying themselves with preparations for your visit. The scent of home-cooked food wafted through the air, mingling with the crisp scent of autumn leaves. Your heart swelled with nostalgia and anticipation.

Wyll, ever charming and confident, stepped out of the carriage beside you. His eyes took in the serene surroundings with interest, and he gave you a reassuring smile. “Ready?” he asked, a hint of excitement in his voice.

You nodded, squeezing his hand gently. “Absolutely. They’re going to love you.”

You approached the front door, and before you could knock, it swung open. Your elder sister, always the more practical and warm-hearted of the two, greeted you with a beaming smile.

“There you are!” she exclaimed, enveloping you in a hearty embrace. “It’s so good to see you!”

Your brother, equally protective but with a more reserved demeanor, stood just behind her, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in Wyll.

“And who’s this?” he asked, his tone cautious but curious.

“This is Wyll,” you said, stepping aside to introduce him. “Wyll, this is my older sister and my brother. They’ve been like parents to me.”

Wyll stepped forward with his usual grace, offering a polite bow. “A pleasure to meet you both. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Your sister’s eyes lit up with immediate warmth. “Oh, please, come in! We’ve prepared some food. I hope you’re hungry.”

As Wyll followed you inside, your brother’s keen eyes studied him with careful scrutiny.

“So, you’re the one who’s captured our sibling’s heart,” he said, his tone measured but not unkind.

Wyll met his gaze steadily, a hint of his trademark charm in his smile. “I certainly hope so. As I’m very much in love with them.”

The evening unfolded with laughter and lively conversation. Your siblings, despite their initial wariness, soon found themselves charmed by Wyll’s easy demeanor and genuine kindness. Wyll regaled them with tales of his adventures, always careful to include stories that highlighted his respect for you and his deep feelings for you.

During dinner, your sister took the opportunity to fuss over Wyll, ensuring he had more than enough to eat and frequently checking if he needed anything.

“Here, try this,” she said, placing a heaping serving of her special casserole on his plate. “It’s one of our family’s favorites.”

Wyll graciously accepted the food, clearly appreciative of the effort and care that had gone into preparing it.

“This is delicious,” he said, his eyes bright with genuine praise. “You have a real talent for cooking.”

Your brother, having observed Wyll’s interactions with you and his appreciative attitude towards your family, began to warm up. He joined in the conversation, sharing stories of his own and laughing heartily at Wyll’s humor.

“You know,” he said, his tone more relaxed, “you’re quite a character. I can see why our sibling is so taken with you.”

As the evening drew to a close, your siblings were more than satisfied with their impressions of Wyll. They had taken him into their fold with the same protective and loving care they had always extended to you. Your sister, in particular, couldn’t resist offering some parting words of advice.

“Take care of them,” she said, her tone both serious and affectionate. “They mean the world to us.”

Wyll nodded, his expression sincere. “I promise, I will.”

Your brother, now visibly more at ease, clapped Wyll on the back. “And if you ever need anything, you know where to find us.”

As you and Wyll left the house, you felt a deep sense of contentment. The evening had been a success, and you were glad to see that your siblings had welcomed Wyll into the family with open arms. The bond between you and your partner had only grown stronger, fortified by the acceptance and affection of those you held dear.

Wyll took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “That went better than I could have hoped,” he said with a relieved smile. “Your family is wonderful.”

You smiled back, feeling a warm glow of happiness. “I’m glad they like you. They’re a big part of my life, and it means a lot to me that they’ve embraced you.”

Together, you walked into the evening, your hearts light and your spirits high, knowing that your relationship had the support and approval of the people who had shaped your life.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Halsin:

Bringing Halsin home to meet your sisters was something you had been both excited and a little anxious about. Your sisters had raised you with all the fierce love and protectiveness of true guardians, always looking out for you and making sure you were safe. They had been through thick and thin with you, and naturally, they were very cautious when it came to the people you brought into your life. Their approval meant the world to you, and you knew they wouldn’t let anyone into the family without a thorough vetting.

As you approached the cozy cottage where your sisters lived, nestled in a lush forest clearing, you couldn’t help but feel a flutter of nerves. Halsin, ever the calm and collected druid, walked beside you, his presence a steadying force. He noticed your unease and placed a reassuring hand on your back, giving you a warm smile.

"Everything will be alright," he said gently. "Your sisters care about you deeply. I understand their need to ensure I am worthy of your trust."

You nodded, grateful for his understanding, but knowing just how intense your sisters could be. As you reached the front door, you could already hear the familiar sounds of their voices from within, chatting and laughing as they prepared for your arrival. The moment you knocked, the door swung open, revealing your eldest sister. Her eyes immediately landed on Halsin, and she gave him a scrutinizing look before turning to you with a smile.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug. "We’ve been waiting for you."

Your other sisters quickly joined, each of them hugging you and then turning their attention to Halsin, their expressions a mix of curiosity and thinly veiled protectiveness. They exchanged glances before the eldest spoke up.

"And this must be Halsin," she said, her tone polite but with a hint of challenge. "We’ve heard so much about you."

Halsin inclined his head in a respectful nod. "It’s an honor to finally meet the people who have cared for my beloved so well."

Your sisters ushered you both inside, but it wasn’t long before they began their gentle yet probing interrogation. They gathered around Halsin, questions flying from all directions, their protectiveness on full display.

"So, Halsin," your second sister began, her arms crossed as she leaned against the kitchen counter. "Tell us about yourself. How did you meet our dear sibling?"

"And what exactly are your intentions?" another sister chimed in, her tone light but with an edge of seriousness.

"Do you truly understand how special they are?" the youngest asked, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked Halsin up and down.

You felt a flush of embarrassment as they continued to press him, despite your attempts to intervene.

"Come on, give him a break!" you protested, trying to pull Halsin away from their inquisition. "He’s not on trial!"

But Halsin remained unfazed, meeting each question with calm and sincere answers. He spoke about how you had met, how your connection had grown, and how deeply he cared for you. His tone was warm, his words thoughtful, and he never once appeared flustered or defensive. Instead, he seemed to understand exactly why your sisters were behaving this way, and he respected their desire to protect you.

"My intentions," Halsin said, turning to the sister who had asked, "are to cherish and support them in every way I can. Your sibling is incredibly special to me, and I am committed to walking alongside them, no matter where our paths may lead."

Your sisters exchanged glances, clearly impressed by his responses. The atmosphere began to shift, their initial wariness melting into acceptance. They began to relax around him, and soon the conversation turned to lighter topics.

As the evening wore on, your sisters found themselves drawn to Halsin’s kind and wise nature. He shared stories of his druidic practices, his connection to nature, and his adventures in the wilds. They laughed at his tales of animals he had encountered and listened intently to his insights on the natural world. His deep respect for life and his gentle demeanor resonated with them, and before long, they were no longer interrogating him, but enjoying his company as if he had always been a part of the family.

By the end of the night, your sisters were completely won over. They were chatting and laughing with Halsin, offering him second helpings of dessert and even sharing embarrassing stories about you from your childhood. The transition from skepticism to acceptance had been so seamless that it was hard to believe they had ever been anything but welcoming.

As you and Halsin prepared to leave, your eldest sister pulled you aside, a soft smile on her face. "You’ve chosen well," she said, her voice full of approval. "He’s a good man. We’re happy for you."

You felt a wave of relief and happiness wash over you, knowing that your sisters had accepted Halsin so fully. When you turned back to him, he was chatting with your other sisters, all of them smiling and at ease.

As you finally left the cottage, your hand in Halsin’s, you couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Halsin had faced the scrutiny of your overprotective sisters with grace and patience, and in the end, he had won them over completely. You knew that bringing him into your family had been the right decision, and you were filled with gratitude for the love and acceptance that now surrounded you both.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

okay I know I didn't add jaheira, rolan and raphael, fans you are allowed to come at me but I just kept hitting a block when I tried to write it for them, so instead of giving you something bad I gave you nothing at all. This is my formal apology.

Apart from that, hope you guys enjoyed it ! - Seluney xox

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December Jily Challenge Bingo list

Loveliest Tumblr friends, I've got one big full @jilychallenge December bingocard for you, and it's not even extensive, so many other amazing holiday fics that I could swap these for. So feel free to add to this bingo card or share your own!

Some are old, some are new, most are jilychallenges, some are not, some fit the prompt better than others, but they are all lovely and full of winter holiday vibes.

Buying presents:

You Two Are Dancing in a Snow Globe Round and Round - tinyluminaryzombie - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @tinyluminaryzombie

light up the static sky - charmingwillow - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @charmingwillow

Fireworks

even brighter than the moon - ginemrys - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @ginemrys

Find me waiting for you under the mistletoe

Mistletoe Mishaps - Chapter 1 - AnnaBtG - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] - @annabtg

Snowball fight

Midnight Train To London - TedwardRemus - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @tedwardremus

Do You Want To Build A Snowman? - Practicecourts - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Teaming Up - Joyseuphoria - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @joyseuphoria

There's only one tree left

You Need to Branch Out - charmsandtealeaves - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @charmsandtealeaves

Christmas cards

I deserve the truth - Nena96 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @nena-96

KISS ME BEFORE THE END OF THE YEAR

new year's eve don't fuck around - theesteemedladydebourgh - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @theesteemedladydebourgh

Yule Ball

meet me in the afterglow - koalasmiles - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @savannah-5555

There's only one bed

It's Coming Down, It's Coming Down - ritaskeetered - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @wearingaberetinparis

baby, it's cold outside - ohmygodshesinsane - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @ohmygodshesinsane The longest night of the year

Midwinter Magic - Practicecourts - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Ugly Sweater contest

Heart On Her Sleeve - catj101 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @booksarelife-stuff

Working (late) on a holiday

Resolutely Lily - Sapphire16 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @sapphire1616

Taking A Shot At You - AnnaBtG - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @annabtg

Jily in every universe

can this be a real thing, can it? - Zephyrcove - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] by @zephyrcove

In Need of a Christmas Miracle - charmsandtealeaves - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] by @charmsandtealeaves

Jily Challenges | Archive of Our Own

Snow Cherubs & Delayed Deer - YouBlitheringIdiot - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] by @blitheringmcgonagall

Happy Holidays, You Filthy Potters - itsjamespotter - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] by @jamesunderwater

added because HOW COULD I FORGET TO ADD THIS ONE? JILY IN EVERY UNIVERSE by @maluceh

nutmeg, Cinnamon and Orangepeel

Moodboard Family Traditions - orphan_account - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Hot chocolate

Underneath the Tree - Chapter 1 - womeninthesequel - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @women-inthe-sequel

DInner with the INLaws/ meeting the parents

Home for the Holidays - lightningthief - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @notorious-lightning-thief

Ice Skating lessons

Skating on Thin Ice - Chie (Chierafied) - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @chierafied

Slugclub's Infamous Christmas Party

Hair - scriibblehere - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @scriibble-fics

Harry's first Christmas

The Candle Of Hope - AnnaBtG - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @annabtg

Choices and Consequences II - sweeetbabe - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @sweeethinny

Scarves and mittens

Snow Magic - Practicecourts - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Lucky Charm - EastWindmlk - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @eastwindmlk

Lights

Starlight - Elastic_Heart31 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @suzyq31

Aurora - Chie (Chierafied) - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @chierafied

Secret Santa gone wrong

A Greyhound Bus Christmas - PetalsTheFish, gryffindormischief - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @petalsthefish & @gryffindormischief

The Naughty List - abihastastybeans - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @abihastastybeans

spiked eggnog

Snow Globe - Chapter 1 - charmsandtealeaves - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @charmsandtealeaves

Hugging just for Warmth

I've Got My Hate to Keep Me Warm - Dizzy_Bird - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @dizzy--bird

Coming Home for the holidays

One Kiss at Midnight - EastWindmlk - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own] @eastwindmlk

All I Want For Christmas is You by @thejilyship (a last minute addition but so very very fitting with the prompt ;-)