#or atleast make christmas fluffy and cold

[hotsinglehorsesinyourarea11037]

It hasn’t hailed in years holy shit. Its australia and the forecast was sunny 😭 climate change hitting like a brick through a window goddamn

[myrapottah]

Christmas gift

Pairing: sub!harry x dom!reader

Summary: you give harry a very special gift for christmas. maybe he will eventually return it ;)

Type: fluff and smut

Warnings: smut, riding, sub/dom dynamics, hair pulling kink, praising, oral (boy receiving), blowjob, hand job, mention of porn videos, harry being a hot sub(ykyky), fluffy harry.

Words: 2.8k

Requested: no / yes

A/n: I want a gift like this irl</3.

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Please read! This fic is 18+ only, and I do not recommend minors interacting with it. All characters implied are of age, all acts are consensual and safe word is in place! Thank you!

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Magical-shaped snowflakes were diving all around the sky, dancing and cheering all over and over again. down, the swarm of white bees created a beautiful, fluffy - and cold - blanket, that covered all the poor grass. The snow was also warming all the houses in the neighbourhood of your simple and nice cottage, the one you got when you married harry.

You were admiring the show the snowflakes made, it was truly amazing. They flew in all directions in a slow pace, flawlessly touching the ground. You liked it, no complains, but even if it was magical, mystic, delightful and dreamlike you still found something that was bothering you about them. they were too, hmm, common. it was an early winter - the snowflake ball started in november. again, you didn't complain, it was great. but you got used to it quickly, almost too quickly. You felt like you had to change something. but not really about the snowflakes. and that was what inspired your christmas gift for harry. a little change.

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You were looking at the window, waiting for your beloved husband to get home. It was christmas eve and he still had to go to work with his normal program, stupid auror work. But atleast he had the next two weeks off, just for you. You were insecure about the present you wanted to give him, but yet excited. You were scared of harry's reaction. What if he didn't like it? What if he considered you odd and weird after that?

Your troughts were cut by a light sound of your front door opening - meaning harry was home. You were waiting for him with his jumper on and some heart shaped pancakes, your hair tangled in a messy bun.

He got in and took off his coat. You got up and approached him with a big and loving grin, hugging him before he could say anything.

'Hello to you too, my love' he said and let out a giggle, hugging you back. You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck, kissing it gently with passion.

'I missed you today' you said between kissies, lighting up his mood and making him beam delightfully.

'I missed you too, darling' he said and pulled out, kissing your nose and earning a childish giggle from you.

'I have a surprise for you' you spoke and handed him one pancake with a smiley face on it. 'Two surprises actually'

He bit a little part of it and then, not too surprised that it's delicious, he ate it all.

'I trought santa comes in the morning' he mumbled, mouth full of food.

'Yeah, but the gifts come in pack with the Christmas eve presents.' you said lightly, taking the pancakes and putting them on the counter.

Before you could turn around, he wrapped his hands around your waist from behind and kept you in place. He started peppering kisses on your collarbone, inhaling your parfume and getting lost in it. You tilted your head back to give him more access which he gladly took. You let out a silent moan, interlocking your fingers with his. You felt his cold wedding ring on his fingers and a bunch of butterflies invaded your tummy.

'I - love - you' he managed to say between slow pecks on your relieved skin. 'You're just the best. how did I get so lucky?'

'Hmm, maybe that messy hair and the big muscles' you answered and you both let out a huffed laugh, making harry flush red.

You turned around and kissed him deeply, one hand on his blushing cheek. He placed his hand on you waist, massaging it up and down. The christmas atmosphere was all around you, and all your insecurities about the present washed off as he let you insert your tounge in his mouth. Apparently he wanted it too. A change, a small insignificant change.

Until then, you've never dominated a kiss. He never let you be in charge, but you liked to be his good girl, so no complains. He let you do it, so he was okay with it. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him even closer, tugging his hair softly. You deepened the kiss, exploring his mouth with your unexperienced tounge.

'Why don't we take this upstairs?' you said, pulling out and breathing heavily. He nodded and picked you up in brydal style, earning a gasp from you.

Once you arrived, he put you down and you wasted no time in pushing him into the mattress. You captured his puffy lips in another passionate kiss, massaging his scalp slowly. You were prepared for this. Before he got home, you searched on google how you should dominate your boyfriend - husband in your case. You watched a few videos and you got ready to redo the hottest clip with harry.

You started kissing his jaw with small, wet kisses. You soon discovered his sweet spot, somewhere between the collarbone and his neck. You sucked and licked just how you taught yourself, making him groan in pleasure. You started to unbutton his shirt, teasingly slow. Once his chest was freed, your hands traveled up and down his upper body, pinching his nipples gently. You mumbled 'pretty' in a wispher and harry shivered. Your hands went down his abs, playing with his belt. You soon managed to undo it and, taking off his pants and throwing them in the corner of the room, you palmed his boxers gently. he moaned and groaned again, making you chuckle and get your attention back to his face. You covered his face with sweet kisses, giving him a slow kiss on the lips before going down and freeing his hard cock. He was now fully naked in front of you, just for you. He waited a bit for you to admire his body, then he let out a comfortless huff. You got the sign and started undressing yourself, first the shirt and the pants who took place in the corner of the room, with the other clothes. Then your red bra, who fell on the floor flawlessly. Harry looked at your body which slowly got on top of him again. A wishpered 'you are so beautiful' left his mouth, and you attached your lips to his. Your hands traveled down again, touching gently his needy cock. He let out a whimper when you started tracing his veins without even looking, because you already knew his dick better than anything else in the world. You grabbed it and stroked it softly and teasingly, with your thumb spreading the pre-cum from his tip all over him.

'I need it, y/n/n/n' he whimpered quietly, as you chuckled into the kiss.

'What do you want baby? my pussy?' you asked, stopping your actions and moving your panties aside.

'yes, please' you nodded and put your hand in front of his mouth. He spit, just as you did when he was in charge.

You took the wet hand and started massaging your pussy, along with harry's cock. You got up and placed yourself above it, your dripping cunt slowly welcoming his dick between your folds and deeper. You let out a gasp and a long moan synchronically with the boy and when you sat down completely you waited a bit for your walls to adjust. You clenched hard around him, earning a pathetic cry out of his pretty mouth.

You started bouncing slowly up and down, keeping a slow pace. You got comfortable and, after a few seconds, you found your g-spot. You let out a cry and started curling your hips, desperate for more pleasure. You sped up, and harry let out a satisfied groan while grabbing your hips and holding them tight. You bit your lip, trying to keep in as many moans as you could. Tilting your head back, you felt harry pinching your nipples and you let a pornographic whimper. Happy with your melodic sounds, harry felt his seed approaching.

'I'm c-close' he managed to wispher between groans, tightening his grip on your hip and boob.

'Me t-too, baby. C-Cum to-ahh-gether?' the knot in your stomach was undoing itself slowly. With a loud moan, harry came and, with the feeling of his seed coating your walls, your nipples hardened under his touch and your vision went white. You fell down on harry's chest, feeling his hard breaths in his abdomen. You drew figures on his skin, waiting for him to come down from his high.

'Are you okay?' you wishpered and he nodded, slowly opening his eyes again. You kissed his mouth sweetly and got up again, his dick still resting between your insides.

You pulled out, earning a whimper from harry. His and your cum were dripping from your wet cunt as you fingered yourself to take it all out, now pouring on his cock. he looked at you with big eyes, wondering what you planned to do next.

'You're so fucking hot, did you know that?' he said as your walls clenched on nothing, taking all the seed out.

'Mhmm... You're hotter, baby boy' you got by his side and kissed him again, gesturing him to get up and press his back on the headboard. You found his messy hair, tugging it lightly and pressing it up his forehead, revealing his lighting scar.

Suddenly, you pulled out and put your mouth above his cock, remaining by his right side. You spread all the cum on it with your hand, making harry turn red again. You licked all the liquid from the base of his dick to the tip, not swallowing it but keeping it in your mouth. You got up and kissed him, and with excitement you inserted your tounge in his mouth so he could feel the taste of both of you mixed. You started strocking his dick up and down, looking at nothing but his eyes. He tried to look down at your hand jerking him off, but you were quicker grabbing his chin and tilting it up.

'Nuh-uh. looking is not allowed yet. don't worry, I'll put on a show for you if you'll be my good boy.' you said and kissed his neck, your finger still keeping his head up.

He let out a long moan as you started so speed up, feeling the familiar feeling of a knot tightening in his stomach. Your hand was moving surprisingly well for a girl who did that just two times before. You let out a malefic silent chuckle as you felt his cock twitching in your hand, practically begging to cum. As soon as you saw he was about to explode, you removed your hand and placed it on his abs. He groaned loudly and comfort less, not expecting the edging. You waited a bit for him to relax, then you said proudly:

'Well that's a good boy, taking it all... don't you think you deserve a reward?'. of course you knew he was just edged once, but you also knew that he didn't like it and you didn't wanted to make him suffer. so you were good with one.

'y-yes. I-I m-mean, if y-you say s-so' poor boy managed to say. he was a wonderful mess: his hair was all over his face, his glasses turned foggy and he was full of sweat. Your face softened at the sight, letting out low sigh.

You placed yourself between his legs, butt up full on his display. You kitty licked his tip a few times for teasing, then you took your tip in your mouth. He started moaning, groaning and whimpering again, for the 3rd time that evening. You smiled with his cock in your mouth, trying to take another inch with every bob of your head. You hollowed your cheeks, earning a soft groan from him which usually made you go insane. Another wave of arousal was dripping down your pussy now. As you were bobbing your face up and down, you started feeling a bit of pubic hair on the tip of your nose. You were delighted, it was the first time you could take all of harry, since he was surprisingly big. Tears started running down your cheeks as your butt moved right and left, knowing that harry is watching it. this made his dick twitch in your mouth as you struggled to go faster and faster.

Unexpectedly, you pulled out with a loud pop as you replaced your mouth with your hand. You jerked as fast as possible as you settled yourself on harry's left tight, moving desperately to create friction. You were almost high while sucking him off, so it didn't take a lot of time for you to came on his tight. Even if you weren't down yet, you still pumped him as fast as ever, loud cries leaving your mouth.

The vision of you getting off so easily on his tight made him reach his high, splaying cum all over your hand and his chest. You were both breathing heavily, your hand moving now to harry's waist to hug him tight. You sat like that for a few seconds, while harry was stroking your hair up and down. You didn't even knew when your hair fell down your shoulders. You remembered it was in a messy bun, but you were probably to fucked up to think straight.

You got comfy on harry's chest as your eyes were slowly closing.

'merry christmas, darling.' you said before dozing off.

'merry christmas, my love' he kissed the top of your head and went to sleep.

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[jawritter]

Merry Christmas Sweetheart

Summary: Time doesn’t heal all wounds, sometimes it just drives them into our bones and festers there, until forgiveness is a four letter word, and it’s to late for second chances. 

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo

Square Field: Presents

Word Count: 2048

Beta’d by: @miss-nerd95! Thanks again love!

Warnings: Language, Heart break, Heavy angst, (This one is gonna hurt your feelings), Not really a very happy ending, a bit of a cliff hanger, Tears, past heartbreak, unrequited love. I think that’s it.

A/N: Merry Christmas @msmarvelouswinchester!! Lol, glad I found someone who loves their feelings hurt as much as I do! LOL. Hope you all enjoy this one! Please don’t copy my work! I promise my next bingo one shot will be fluffy. I was just really in my head when I wrote this one. 

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It was cold today, especially for Austin. Your breath fogged in front of you with each puff of air from your lungs that burned in the bitter cold. A light dusting of snow fell around about, not much to keep everyone locked in their homes, but enough to gather on the top of cars that were parked out in the lot just beyond the safety of the airport terminal hanger that you were standing in front of with your bag slung over your shoulder, hands stuffed deep in your pockets. 

The congestion of traffic appeared to be even thicker than what you remembered it being, even for the holidays.  Everyone that walked by to get into cabs or ubers, seemed to be absorbed in their own little bubbles; either talking on phones or to one another as they made their way to their awaiting ride. 

If you listened hard enough, you could hear the faint sounds of the customary cheerful  music of the holidays playing in one of the little shops inside of the airport as the doors opened and closed not so far behind you. Off in the distance you could see the Christmas lights strung up in an elegant way on a lamp post and draped over shrubbery in the fading light of another day. It almost looked like a scene from some shitty Hallmark Christmas special, and it made your stomach churn uneasily. 

It had been eleven long years since you had stepped foot on Texas soil, and you were seriously considering getting the hell out of here before he showed up, but it was too late to turn around. You could always tell him you missed your flight, or it got delayed by the weather so you just cancelled it, but you just knew that he wouldn’t buy it. 

“Come on Steve,” you grumbled to yourself as yet another car pulled away from the hanger you were waiting under, and a happy, probably newly married from the looks of it, love-struck couple nuzzled together to fight against the bite of the cold wind that whipped around and sliced through your bones. 

You probably would have been better off calling an uber to pick you up, but hey, Steve didn’t charge, and you really didn’t want anyone else to know you were here. Not yet atleast, mostly because you didn’t know if you were even going to stay. 

Just as you were about to take your phone out and call him, the pair of headlights you had been waiting for pulled up in front of you.

You didn’t even let the car come to a complete stop before you pulled the door open and slipped inside, shaking slightly from the cold as you pulled the seat belt over you, meeting a pair of green eyes that were so not what you expected to see, and your heart dropped to your feet. 

“Hey,” he said, his deep voice sounding like warm honey against the chill that was still making you shiver, and you hated the way you could still so easily drown into it. You were going to murder Steve when you saw him again. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked through gritted teeth, and you could have sworn you saw him give out a shaky sigh as he pulled out onto the road. 

“Steve mentioned he was picking you up today, and I told him I’ll do it because I wanted to see you,” Jensen said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel and shifting nervously, avoiding the death glare that you were giving him. “You left the night I told you Danneel and I were getting married, and I never saw you again. Not even a fucking word. Then I heard you're coming here, and I wanted to see you. I missed my friend.”

“The term ‘friend’ is a matter of one sided opinions, Jensen,” you told him shortly, not missing the way he flinched yet again out of the corner of your eye before trying to subtly readjust himself in his seat. 

An awkward silence fell in the car, and you did your best to stare out the window and not at the man that was driving. Even though your eyes were trained on the blurry and dimly lit scenery you could still sense his every move, smell his cologne in the thick air that laid stagnant between you, hear every deep sigh that left his perfect lips as he struggled with words he wanted to say, but nothing would sound right; nothing felt right anymore. 

“What are you doing in town,” he finally asked cautiously, as if he knew that one wrong move would set you off and you were suddenly demanding he pull over so that you could walk the rest of the way to Steve’s.

“Business,” you answer sharply, not in the mood for small talk, but it looked like Jensen thought awkward conversations won over awkward silences and pressed further. 

“Business? This close to Christmas?” he asked, but your nerves were beginning to wear thin, and the old scars on your heart felt like they were being torn open inch by inch the longer you sat next to the man that had put them there all those years ago. 

“It's real estate,” you snap, turning to face him in the seat fully in your building frustration. “Does your wife know you're here right now?” 

You watched as the rebuttal question cut through him as if you had thrown a sword right at his chest. The visible shift and the clearing of his throat as he avoided your sharp gaze was speaking loud, but it only added to your growing confusion that was still somewhat blinding your judgement with old grief. 

Jensen cleared his throat as he turned onto Steve’s street, still avoiding your gaze. “What kind of real estate?” he asked, trying to divert the topic, and your blood boiled under your skin. 

“So you're just going to answer my question with another question? That’s real mature Jensen,” you snapped as he pulled in front of Steve’s little place, and put the car in park.

“Because I don’t want to talk about Danneel, I wanted to talk about you. I told you, I’ve missed you. You were my best friend Y/N, why did you leave me without so much as a goodbye or even a fuck you if you were so mad at me, and then show up again all these years later on 'business,' I deserve some answers too.”

You shook your head and bit back the tears that the taunting memory of the night you’d boarded a plane to New York with only a bag full of clothes, and the shattered pieces of your heart ripped through your out of repair. 

You turned away from his broken gaze that still managed to make your heart clench, and gripped the handle of the door tightly, ripping it open and letting in the chill of the night air that only seemed to grow colder due to meeting Jensen to blow into the car.

“Oh you missed me so much, didn't you?” you asked, pure venom seeping into every word as your eyes threw daggers into his astonishing green orbs in the dim light that illuminated the small space between you. 

“Did you miss me when you stood before God and our friends when you did your vows with that whore? After everything when I’d stood by your side, after all the years we had been together, did you miss me then? How about when she gave birth to your three children, and you were standing there in the delivery room with her? Or better yet, how about every time you were balls deep in that bitch while I was only in the next room, listening to you rip my heart out and stomp on it over and over again? You didn’t miss me then Jensen, you don’t miss me now. You feel guilty, but you shouldn’t. You can only feel what you feel and can't change what you want, but apparently pretty narcissistic bitches are more of your taste than people who actually care about you. I was right there in front of you for years and you never gave me the time of day, but one month on a movie set with her and ‘you were so in love. I left all those years ago because you left me a long time before I even landed in New York. So don’t sit here and act like you missed me, when you never saw me there at all like I wanted you to. Don't make me feel bad for leaving when you know it hurt me less than staying here.” 

You tore your eyes away from him before your emotions could get the best of you, and stepped out, making your way into Steve’s home to hide from the past that was still sitting in the car outside, staring out of the window as the snow fell on the windshield. 

Jensen bit down hard on his lower lip, trying not to choke on the sobs he refused to let out. 

See, he had missed you, he’d missed you so damn much. He had missed you when he looked at the woman he settled for instead standing at the altar across from him on his wedding day, only marrying her because it was what people were telling him that it was the right thing to do. That she was in the same industry, and the marriage would be good for the two of them.  He missed you during every milestone his kids made that never got shared with you, wishing it was you by his side. He didn't love his kids any less, but even though they weren't yours, he wished he’d have been able to share them with you like he’d always wanted to share everything. He couldn’t count the times he’d hidden away to call you, just to hear your voice, but chickened out over the years because he’d known he hurt you, he’d always known but let you get hurt just to play it safe. 

That time you were talking about, how you'd heard Danneel and him before they had announced their engagement, he didn’t know you were even there. Danneel had come onto him and he was a little too drunk to say no. Not that he hated her, because he never could hate her, she’d done nothing wrong. It was his twisted mind that painted you underneath him every time they were together, not her. 

Jensen took off his ball cap with force before throwing it at the dash and running his hands harshly down his tear stained face. He’d lost you all those years ago and never told you how he felt, and now it seemed like he was too late. 

The cue he’d staged, the house he’d decided to look at that he had his lawyer call her to tell her that his client wanted to buy from the best realtor in New York, all to tell her that he loved her, always had and always will and that he knew how huge of a dick he had been by ignoring her feelings for his own selfishness. It looked like it was too late for any of it anyway. 

His hand drifted to his pocket, pulling out the small, neatly wrapped box that contained his and Danneel’s wedding rings. He was planning to show them to you tomorrow for Christmas. He was going to tell you that they were over, and that he wanted to fix what he’d broken all those years ago with you if you'd be willing to let go of his stupid mistakes. He wanted another chance, but it was much slimmer now. 

Jensen flipped the box in his hands before getting out of the car, trudging through the white blankets of snow to the front door, and placed the little box carefully on the step before he stood, leaning heavily against the door frame, trying to stop himself from falling apart. 

“Merry Christmas Sweetheart,” he brokenly whispered into the unforgiving wind. Leaving his present to you, as well as his heart on his best friend's front door.

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teddy!!! christmas!!!! have happy christmas!!! @to-a-merrier-world

<3 kolivan’s first earth-christmas, sorta?

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Beams of Earth-brand sunlight warm Kolivan’s fur as he rolls over in bed, breaking him out of his remaining wisps of sleep. He’d be upset, because it had been one of those warm dreams that kept him steady during the day, but waking up with a warmer body was enough to make him happy.

Even happier when he sniffs at the top of Hunk’s head, taking in his earthy scent, and Hunk grumbles something sleepy back at him. He cuddles closer, despite the disruption to his sleep patterns, and Kolivan is happy to let him make a home against the fur on his chest.

Hunk inhales deep as Kolivan’s hand travels along his skin, exhaling only when he stops at the small of his back to pull them flush together. His eyes don’t open, but he’s so obviously awake by the way his arms tighten around Kolivan’s middle and by the way he curls both his legs around one of Kolivan’s, like a koala to a tree.

“Good morning, my love.” He hums, the pads of his thumbs wiping sleep from Hunk’s eyes. Hunk turns to putty in his hands, glowing bright as a newborn star.

“Morning, fuzzypants.” Hunk mumbles, eyes cracking open to fix him with a grin. “Had a good night?”

“Always, with you.”

Hunk squirms away, hiding the way his face blooms red. Kolivan was always interested in how humans could minutely change colors like that, but it was always something special when he was able to make Hunk turn into such a beautiful mess.

Hunk stands, unwrapping himself from the bedsheets. His hair ends up mussed, pointing straight to the sky as he refluffs his pillow and tries to hastily tuck the sheets into something neat while Kolivan was still in bed.

Kolivan sweeps his hands across Hunk’s hardwork, effectively turning it off kilter. Just to tease. Hunk pokes him straight on the nose, then dips over to kiss where he touches, and Kolivan is able to capture him by the waist and tug him back into bed.

He accidentally tickles up the sides of Hunk’s belly, but the silly, high-pitched noise that comes forth is what makes him keep it up until Hunk is out of breath and squeezing him tight to get him to stop.

“You’re so dangerous.” Hunk breathes, carefully arching away from Kolivan’s hands. “A menace.”

“Mm.” Kolivan agrees, eyes dropping shut as Hunk begins to rake his fingers through the thick fur at the back of his neck. It always reduces him to mush, and Hunk knows it, but he’s not using it for nefarious purposes this time. Like taking incriminating pictures of him (though, after it all, Kolivan really did enjoy seeing how happy Hunk made him just from that).

When Hunk pulls away, Kolivan is boneless against the bed again.

Hunk has half a mind to hop on top of him and sink right back into dreamland, but his phone pings with a notification and distracts him. He reaches over to put it on silent, content to spend the day doing nothing with Kolivan, but the date catches him by surprise and he nearly whacks himself in the eye with the thing.

“Christmas!” Kolivan startles as Hunk rolls onto the bed to shove the phone in his face, before he dashes right back off and rushes to the bathroom. “Wake up!”

Which, fair. Kolivan nearly forgot how seriously humans took their holidays, but at the same time, Kolivan was interested to see just how festive Hunk could get. It wasn’t often Kolivan got time off of a war to smooch his beloved and spend time on solid ground, so any moment with him was sure to be good.

He doesn’t say as much, but when Hunk comes out of the bathroom with his toothbrush stuffed between his teeth and a hairbrush for Kolivan, he’s sure he looks smitten anyway.

xoxo

Hunk stuffs him in a sweater. It’s fit perfectly to his dimensions, and quite comfortable, but some of the knitting catches on his fur if he moves too fast. Kolivan scratches his chest, careful not to shred the fluffy bubbles that were the 3D snowmen, and follows Hunk to the kitchen.

The sweater itself is also rather warm, which Kolivan enjoyed immensely. It was like one of Hunk’s hugs, all over his chest. Minus the pinching.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Hunk murmurs to himself, worrying all the way from the microwave to the stove. Whenever he stops, he lifts one foot to keep it from freezing to the cold floor (which Hunk swears is a problem), so Kolivan heads to the living room to snag his slippers from under the couch.

When he comes back, Hunk has started to boil milk on the stove and has taken down a bundle of items from the cupboard.

Kolivan drops to his knees to lift Hunk’s feet, stuffing them in the cozy footwear. When he finishes and looks up, Hunk is fixing him with the most lovestruck gaze that Kolivan finds himself pausing, just to bask in it.

“Thank you.” He shuffles forward, careful not to step on him, and leans down to press a kiss between Kolivan’s ears. Kolivan was tall enough when sitting that he hardly needs to dip far, and he was wide enough that when Hunk slips between his legs, Kolivan still has a wider span than him.

“Of course, a’sayar.” If his affectionate rumble sounds like a cat's purr, Hunk doesn’t let himself mention it.

When the milk starts to bubble and fill the room with a scent that Kolivan would count as strange if not for how delicious he knows warm milk can be, he leaves his betrothed to sit at the table.

Which gives him a perfect view of the window. Outside, the world is bathed in white. Soft, pillowy dunes of snowflakes that weigh heavy on tree branches and dance across roofs.

Kolivan breathes in deep, eyes widening. He’d seen snow, of course, but never to an extent such as that, and never so breathlessly beautiful.

He’s so enamored by it that he doesn’t notice when Hunk sets a mug of hot cocoa in front of him, nor does he notice Hunk getting up from the table to find their coats.

Only when he’s being stuffed in something fur-lined and boots as pressed against his feet does the spell break, and by then Hunk has him halfway out the door.

The view is even more stunning up close. The snowfall isn’t heavy just yet, but there are still a couple droplets of snow that delicately drop against his palm when he outstretches it. They feel like nothing, even when they melt against his skin, but Kolivan is gentle with them anyway.

Hunk digs his fingers in the cold and comes back with a bundle of it stuck between his fingers. He shapes it into a messy, lumpy ball, and proceeds to throw it directly towards Kolivan’s face.

It drops significantly and only gets him in the chest, but he reels back anyway.

“Snowball fight!” Hunk shouts, running away before Kolivan can retaliate. Kolivan has to question the necessity of having fights with snow, but the cold seeping through his jacket is enough for his curiosity to be sated as he starts to shape his own weapon.

They proceed to de-snow and then re-snow the entire front yard. Kolivan chases him from end to end, giving as good as he gets, and it only ends when Hunk trips face-first into a bank and Kolivan has to dig him out because he’s laughing too hard.

Hunk is better at snowball fighting than him, perhaps from having more practice prior to this, or maybe because of Kolivan’s claws, but they both end up doused in white in equal parts. If Kolivan had focused more on tossing handfuls of snow at Hunk instead of carefully shaping each one into a perfect sphere, he most definitely would have won.

Hunk kisses him on the cheek, but doesn’t admit defeat.

“You like snow?” Hunk asks, flopping onto the ground. He makes half a snow-angel, only the bottom half, and Kolivan sits down to watch the patterns his clothes make against the ground.

“It’s… fun.” Kolivan admits. He lifts his hand again, but the snow has all but stopped in the short battle they’d had. “I like it, yes.”

Hunk sits up, fluffing the snow from his hair with a quick shake of his head. The red on his cheeks is offsetting his lips starting to turn blue, so Kolivan stands to usher him back inside.

Hunk pulls him back down. “C’mere.” He shuffles behind him and, when Kolivan has settled, presses his palms against the backs of Kolivan’s. He helps him shape another snowball, larger this time, and slowly starts to roll it around the yard until it gains more mass.

They stop when it’s large enough to take two hands to lift completely, and Hunk lets him go to start another. Kolivan, unsure of what to do with his new toy, brushes a few excess lumps away.

When Hunk comes back with a smaller ball, Kolivan makes way for him to plop it onto the other. “What is this activity?”

Hunk slaps his palms together to dust them off and shoulders off his jacket to lay it onto the creation. “We’re making a snowman! A mini-one, atleast. Gimme your hat?”

Kolivan obediently slides his knitted-cap off and follows Hunk’s example by carefully pressing it atop the snowman’s crown. It’s faceless, so Hunk hurries to press holes for eyes, and an outline for a mouth.

“Now we find sticks and rocks to make a face.” He instructs, dusting around himself in a circle to find leaves. “And we decorate it however we want.”

“How do you want?” Kolivan slides closer, a palm against Hunk’s waist. He watches as Hunk sprinkles a couple of dead leaves around the rim of the hat, to simulate tufts of hair. It’s an ugly thing, but Kolivan rather enjoyed the little detail.

“However we want, silly.” Hunk corrects, tugging Kolivan up by the elbows. He wouldn’t get anywhere if Kolivan wasn’t eager to follow, but he appreciates the help. “You find something for the face, and I’ll do the rest of the body.”

Which is how they end up with an abomination on their front lawn. It’s an adorable thing, in Kolivan’s opinion, but an abomination nonetheless. The head ended up falling off when Kolivan stuck rocks in a line for a mouth, and ended up losing half of its mass. The hat hid most of it, but it still looked vaguely disturbing.

The bottom half was a bit better, but the sticks were stubby little things that had to be poked in at a strange angle in order to stay in place. It had legs in the form of two more lumps of snow, but it was kind of like something pooped on the lawn and they were trying to cover it up, with how dirty the snow ended up being.

When they step back to look at the thing, Hunk immediately falls into a fit of laughter. He pats their snowman on the head, which only results in it falling off again, and even Kolivan breaks apart at that.

They escape into the house, promising to fix it later, when more snow comes to cover their shame. Kolivan does remember to take a picture of it on Hunk’s phone, though.

“I swear, those usually work out better.” Hunk laughs, still dusted in snow. He’s shivering just a bit, so Keith sheds his sweater and quickly fits him with it. It sags off of his shoulder, it’s such a large fit, but Kolivan is pleased with how easily Hunk lets him take care of him. He even sinks into the residual body heat clinging to the fibers, and lets Kolivan carry him to the couch. “We just had soggy snow.”

“Mm. I’m sure.” Kolivan presses his lips against Hunk’s neck, mostly to feel his temperature, but ends up staying there longer than strictly necessary.

“I’m guessing you never really had snow, right? Did the Blades ever have any holiday like this?”

Hunk’s fingers come to the scruff of Kolivan’s neck again, carefully parting the fur and carding through. They end up sprawling on the couch, Kolivan’s endless heat sapping away the chill that clings to Hunk’s limbs.

“We… do not have anything similar to this, no. And most are generally too busy to take time to play, even if we are off for leisure.”

Hunk’s hands tease their way up to Kolivan’s skull, fingering the thick braid. He doesn’t take it apart, but loosens it considerable to bury his fingers at the roots, scratching just exactly how Kolivan likes.

When the following, pleased shiver finishes coursing through him, Kolivan nuzzles even further into Hunk’s hold and squeezes him tight. “We do, however, have a holiday. It’s not communally celebrated, but those nearby gather together.”

His eyes slit open at a passing memory, of him as a junior Blade. It was the first time he’d been at a celebration. It was tame, sure, but it was his family in what constituted as their home at the time, and there was plenty of laughter and joy from those just happy to be alive together.

Hunk has gone quiet, contemplative and solemn. A complete opposite to their earlier revelry, but Kolivan appreciates the respect Hunk always shows to his past. “Do you do anything special?”

“We sing, generally. And sleep, if we must.” It was the safest time to, surrounded by those pledged to fight and protect with their lives.

Hunk brightens at that, but hurries to tamper it down. “Will you sing for me?”

Kolivan’s smile is hidden against Hunk’s skin, tucked away like snowflake in the wake of thousands. He nods, shifting back to let Hunk sit in his lap instead of Kolivan near-crushing him as they had been sitting.

Hunk settles, back to Kolivan’s front, and Kolivan takes a moment to press his nose against the soft of Hunk’s hair and breathe in deep. It always comforted him, having the sun that was Hunk so nearby.

And he sings. The words feel hesitant on his tongue— it’s been so long. Long even before Voltron arrived, but they’re easy to pluck from his heartstrings and share with his beloved, his a’sayar.

For Hunk, it’s the most incredible thing he’s heard. He understands not a word of it, but does one really need to in order to parse the feeling behind it? He floats along the river of sound, wades through the pool of it as it overwhelms him enough to bring a tear to his eye.

When Kolivan finishes, Hunk sits in stunned silence. It wasn’t a long song in the slightest, nothing more than a brief hymn of brotherhood and love that lasted about a minute or so, but it was enough.

Hunk sniffles, and Kolivan is quick to gather him up and kiss the sad away. “My apologies, Hunk. I didn’t mean to upset.”

Hunk laughs again, softer than before. “It was just… really beautiful, Kolivan. Thank you.”

It’s only because Hunk knows Kolivan so well that he realizes the compliment pleases Kolivan immensely, by the way his eye crinkles in the corner like paper turning into an origami swan. He presses a kiss against Kolivan’s eyelids, and nestles back against his grip.

“Maybe we could invite some other Galra down sometime. To let all of you celebrate.”

Kolivan hums again, a deep rumble. “Perhaps.”

It isn’t a no, and definitely is contemplative, so Hunk lets that idea stew. He sighs, breathing in deep as the mood settles right in his gut— and he catches a whiff of chocolate.

“Our drinks!” Hunk yelps, wrenching himself from Kolivan’s grasp. He scutters to the kitchen, but the drinks have already cooled past room temperature and straight to freezing. Thus was the nature of neglected hot cocoa, after all.

Kolivan meets him halfway between the couch and the kitchen, and takes a thankful sip of the drink anyway. He always did love chocolate, no matter the form.

“I’ll make us some more.” Hunk says, half under his breath. He takes a sip, and then moves to turn back on the stove, but Kolivan captures him by the hips and tugs him back towards the couch. It’s only because his legs have lifted almost completely off the ground that he doesn’t trip and spill his hot chocolate.

“There is no need. This is perfect.” Kolivan sets them right back down as they were, only this time he stretches his legs across the full length of the couch and urges Hunk to lay down atop him.

Hunk is sure he just wants to cuddle the rest of the day, but the taste of chocolate mixed with whipped cream does sit nicely on his tongue, enough to make him want to do nothing more than watch people have Christmas fun on the television.

“Lazy.” Hunk teases anyway.

Kolivan agrees with a silent nip against Hunk’s skin, setting his mug down to press both his hands firmly against the expanse of Hunk’s back, as if to tell him that he wasn’t going anywhere .

Hunk honestly wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.

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6 from the fluff prompts, either seuldy or sowoo, if you want!! thank you bby

Prompt: “Welcome Home”

[Pairing: Seulgi/ Wendy| Genre: fluff, confessions, warnings for slight mentions of ED but no unhealthy mindsets | Brigi I love u please take all this sappy stuff]

“Loneliness,I began to realise, was a populated place: a city in itself” – Olivia Laing

When Wendyfinally makes it out of the plane, the cool, crisp air hits her in the face andshe takes a deep breath. For a second, she almost misses the snow.

It snows inSeoul too, soft fluffy flakes lightly dusting the ground, but there’s somethingfundamentally different about the same weather in another city; some sort ofmetaphor about how places had personalities that seemed to bleed into theclimate. In Vancouver, it would snow relentlessly during the coldest nights,thick heavy sheets that blanketed everything and made it impossible to push thedoor open when she was a little kid. It was the kind of cold that chased you,seeped into the cracks of the buildings, made you wear socks even to bed andturn up the heating. It was the kind of weather that demanded attention, thatrequired every conversation to start with the words wow its really freezing today isn’t it?

She’salways had a funny relationship with snow. Back in Canada it had been thebiggest nuisance when she was a kid, forcing her to bundle up in layer afterlayer that eventually made her feel hot and suffocated, struggling to wadethrough mountains of the sparkling white power with her tiny frame that neverseemed to grow taller.  Mostly, though,Wendy used to hate how the snow blanketed everything around her and cut her offfrom the rest of the outside world in their old family home. Sometimes duringearly mornings when everyone else was fast asleep, she used to peer out of thewindows with her hands pressed to the cold glass, watching the flakes swirlaround outside with an aching sense of loneliness that was too big and toostrong for someone so young.

Now inSeoul, she couldn’t cut herself off from the world if she tried. The air inSeoul buzzes with friction, cars honking endlessly, the subway making endlessloops, businessmen running frantically in the mornings and children heading offto their hogwans late into the night. Even the houses seem to get smaller andmore cramped every time she returns even if that’s not actually possible, thethin walls leaving everyone inevitably eavesdropping on each other. In Seoulthere is no feeling of infinity, of Wendy being swallowed whole by herfeelings. Instead there’s only the relentless drive to push herself further tothe breaking point, the intense pressure that can only come when everyonearound you seems to be working harder than you.

( It’s notperfect but when you’ve felt it long enough, loneliness could be comforting.There could be some real, genuine satisfaction in that mass anonymity, in aplace were you were known for nothing but your work. Wendy will take it, shethinks, as she unlocks the front door of her dorm, ready for to be confrontedby a freezing cold apartment  covered indust and a todo list that will be miles long. It’s what she left home for. )

When sheunlocks her door and walks into her dorm  though, the heating has already been turned upand the curtains are drawn, muffling the sounds of traffic outside. The dorm isusually cramped, but now even more so thanks to all the cardboard boxeslittered on the furniture and floor, as well as a bunch of grocery bags thrownon the table instead of stocked in the fridge. The shower isn’t running, butthe bathroom door has been left open and the room smells like the fruity scentof shampoo.

“Hey” saysSeulgi.

Wendysquints, trying to adjust to darkness and can just about make out a lump ofblankets she assumes is her roommate and fellow student Kang Seulgi.

(Andgirlfriend, if months and months of Seulgi flirting with her and Wendymisreading the signs and then one kiss and confession just before wintervacation qualifies as dating. Wendy isn’t sure how to have that conversationyet)

“Hey” shereplies, parking her meagre suitcase by the door, “did you seriously just cometo the dorm and then go to sleep?”

“Uh no”says Seulgi indignantly,though the last word turns into a yawn, which kind ofruins the indignation. “I took a shower, you know. And went grocery shopping”

“And forgotto put away the groceries” she retorts, face twisting into a fond smile despiteherself.  

“How wasthe flight?” asks Seulgi, stretching luxuriously in her bed and clearly tryingto change the topic.

“Alright”replies Wendy. It was hell; there was a baby screaming for atleast eight hoursbut that doesn’t matter. Right now, she’s kind of awkwardly shifting from footto foot without trying to give that away because she’s tired and muddled and  her eyes have adjusted to the darkness, so shecan see Seulgi’s face, mouth crinkled into one of her usual smiles and her faceall puffy and soft from sleep and it is…um…distracting. She doesn’t know whatto do with herself.  She’s terrified ofsaying the wrong thing.

Seulgi humsthoughtfully, her voice raspier than usual from waking up. Then she sticks herarms out from under the blankets and makes grabby motions, gesturing for theother girl to join her.

Wendy feelsa small blush work its way onto her face despite her best efforts, stillslightly frozen to the spot. Seulgi makes a whining sound, wiggling her handsadorably and Wendy relents, kicking off her shoes and carefully draping her jacketon the head board before crawling into the space Seulgi’s left beside her. Itwas freezing cold back in Canada but right now its so warm, with the heat of Seulgi’s body and the three blankets she’swrapped tightly around them.

Cuddlingwith Seulgi is both comforting and nerve racking, long before they admitted thekind of feelings between them: it’s just so much close proximity, the two of them pressed tightly against oneanother, Seulgi’s chest right upto hers and their legs wrapped around eachother. She smells like shampoo and her skin is soft and warm in the kind of wayit can be when you’ve just woken up. Wendy can feel her body struggling to meltinto it and tense up at the same time.

Seulginotices, because she’s always noticed Wendy, long before the other girl thoughtthere was even a sliver of chance that the great Kang Seulgi would even thinkof her as a friend, and she smooths Wendy’s bangs away from her forehead,shifting away a little so that Wendy can get space.

“We didn’treally talk about what happened before you left, did we?” she says.

(Here’s howit went: Wendy arrived in Korea and was given a student accommodation with abubbly, bright dance major named Seulgi who seemed to single handedly be themost popular student on campus. Wendy had liked her obviously, subtly fallenfor her the way every single male student seemed to, but college wasdisorienting and overwhelming even without the element of Wendy adjustingawkwardly to cultural and language differences.  As the weeks past, she’d made a few friends,and was beloved by most of the professors, even on the days she didn’t havebaked goods to give them, but Seulgi-almost too beautiful to be real Seulgi-had turned into the kind of roommate that seemed to care almost as much asfamily members in those movies Wendy had grown up on as a kid. She’d gentlywake up Wendy on the mornings where she’d sleep through her alarm, leave herbreakfast on the kitchen table, and approach her late night with softsuggestions to sleep. She’d invite her out for fun nights and plan for both ofthem to watch movies together, cuddled up in one bed like teenagers. Wendy didn’treally cry when she was sad, didn’t like to show that she was down, but Seulgifelt everything unabashedly and honestly, and more that once or twice Wendy hadheld her close to her chest, stroking her hair, reassuring her that it wasgoing to be fine after specially harsh feedback. It’s a strange thing to admit,but it was a while before Wendy realized that this was what genuine connectionsfelt like, that it wasn’t another person who’d be happy to hang around for thefirst few days before inevitably getting dissolved into their own real friendgroups.

Seulgiintroduced Wendy to her own little group of friends, all brilliant and talentedlike she was, and somehow, Wendy fit right in, enjoying her own quiet time withJoohyun, fooling around with Soonyoung, and helping Yeri through her homeworkwhile the girl fretted about exams. The semester had gotten easier, somethinghad loosened up in her chest after and Wendy had a regular list ofacquaintances to hit up after that but Seulgi still remained the first personshe wanted to spend all her time with, and both of them had jumped headfirstinto the confusing, dizzying heights that came with adulthood, the person thatshe left with for ramen at three am in the morning.

When Seulgiasked her out, it wasn’t an impulsive, late night thing though. Wendy had beenpacking, arranging everything neatly on her bed, when Seulgi had gotten up andstood next to her, hands clasped nervously. “I want to tell you something” shewhispered, and then instead leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, a soft,nervous peck. Wendy had dropped the clothes she was holding, kissed her back,and then she had to get on a plane and not see her for the next three weeks)

“You sentme a text that was like three paragraphs long trying to assure me that nothinghad to change if I didn’t want it to” says Seulgi, chuckling slightly.

“In mydefense, I was drunk” protested Wendy, still remembering sitting on the floorof her family bathroom, ignoring the Christmas party going on downstairs andsquinting at her autocorrect. “And-and”-she’s stammering again, fucking hell-“Imean, I do mean it, nothing has to change if you don’t want it to or anything,three weeks is a really long time to think about things, I mean, I care aboutyou deeply and your comfort comes first so-“

Seulgismooths down her hair again, looking at her with the kind of pinched expressionon her face, like what she’s saying hurts to hear in a way. “You’re so kindWendy” she says, warm breath tickling her face. It makes her shiver. “But rightnow, you don’t have to be. Do you want to date me?”

Wendy feelsher face go hot. It’s not really a sad moment, in fact its one of those momentsthat should  make her scream and jumpwith joy if she watched it on a movie, but she feels tears prick the corner ofher eyes even though she’s not sure why. “Yes” she confesses, and it’s the firsttime she’s put those feelings into words. It makes her throat go warm and itchy. “I would-would like to I mean I’vewanted to for a long time but I’m-I’m not, like, um in tip top condition and I’dprobably be really bad at it so sorry about that in advance I mean-“

Seulgikisses her to make her shut up. Wendy makes an embarrassing squealing sound.

“Sometimes,during the first year of college, you’d scare me” says Seulgi, and it’s aconfession too, just not the kind that gets recorded in most movies. “You’dcome over in the night, after a whole day of working nonstop, and you’d stillbe moving, cleaning, cooking, but your eyes would be completely dead. And youwere so alone, coming all the way from Canada, with no friends, and it scaredme, I didn’t know what do in the beginning, so I didn’t say anything- “

“-You didn’thave to say anything. You didn’t-it wasn’t your fault or anything, in fact itwasn’t anyone’s fault. I just…..I just had things to deal with”

Seulgi’sstill looking at her with furrowed brows, so Wendy leans forward and kisses heragain. “Being here has helped so much” she whispers into Seulgi’s skin, “beinghere, I can’t-I don’t have the words for it yet but it helps so much”

There are alot of things that Wendy used to convince herself Seulgi would never beinterested, most of all the fact that she’s ill, and the kind of illnesses thatother people don’t like acknowledge, let alone talk about. Being back in Canadawas like trying to navigate a tightrope of feelings and should nots, it wasendless questions about how much or how little she was eating, about how sheshould and shouldn’t have left, about all the things she’d missed since she’d beengone. It was family dinners where all she could hear was the sound of forks andknives scraping the plate and trying to pretend she didn’t miss the taste ofeating ramen at midnight when both of them were too exhausted to thinkstraight. It was spending hours in her bedroom with the door shut and fallingasleep at odd hours of the day

A questionthat both Wendy and Seulgi would have laughed at one semester ago: where didfeelings go when you’d spent your whole life trying to crush them out ofoblivion, bury them deep down?

Wendy usedto think they turned could disappear, melt away like the snow in Seoul, andthat given enough time, everyone would forget about them when spring emerged,flowers blooming to cover up the bruises. Instead, she’d learned the hard waythat they turned rock hard and settled into her throat and chest, bubbled upinconveniently in the form of tears late in the night and panic attacks duringher worst moments. All those issues that she’d been convinced she was over hadtaken her by surprise, showed up in odd corners and alleys, held her down, and Wendy’dlearned the hard way that feelings demanded to be felt, that there was no pointpretending otherwise. It hurts, but it also feels so much more honest. Like themoment in spring when the snow began to melt into slush and it was nowhere asbeautiful, but there was also nowhere to hide, all the cracks in the Earth laidbare to see.

“I know youdon’t like to talk about Canada” says Seulgi, lips pressed faintly on the skinof Wendy’s shoulder, her hands stroking Wendy’s back aimlessly, reassuringly. “AndI know you overthink things a lot. But even if its hard, just remember youdon’t have to worry when you’re with me”

After solong of being deprived of it, it’s hard to recognize that feeling thrumming inher chest, melting her bones and causing something warm to bloom in herstomach: happiness. It’s been so longsince she felt a sense of belonging, of that bone deep feeling of contentment,to the point where she’s slightly afraid of that feeling, but Seulgi gentlytugs her closer and presses a soft kiss to her forehead and Wendy’s buries herface into the crook of her neck almost like she’s compelled. She thinks shemight give up everything she had for Seulgi if the other girl wanted her to.She thinks she’s not ready to put that into words. Atleast not yet.  But she can kiss the dip where her neck meetsher shoulder, gently trace soft skin on her stomach, and lie in the darktogether.

“Do youthink our laundry machines are broken again?” Wendy says, because she wasmusing about how the maintenance are probably late again on the taxi ride home,and weirdly enough, it’s the only thing she can bring herself to say.

“Aren’t they ever year?” Seulgi is probablyrolling her eyes, and Wendy can’t bring herself to turn around and check, toobusy blinking away the last of her tears, but she kisses the soft skin as kindof a way to communicate anyway, to tell someone she loves them in messagestransmitted through skin.

“Welcomehome” whispers Seulgi, kissing her forehead. And she’s right. Wendy’s home now.The rest can wait.