#this is even a northern state. in november. forget the monster they almost died of exposure and dehydration 🤣🤣🤣

[ladyluscinia]

The Winchesters are so funny. "Can we join your hiking party?" and they have a duffle bag full of guns, no food, no canteens, and no tent for overnighting in the woods

[bumpkinbayouthief]

🂱 › Oh, Christmas Tree .

The holiday season can be hectic but nothing helps more than spending the day with your Cajun partner picking out and decorating your tree.

pairing : remy x reader a/n : my first actual fic on here and just in time for Christmas! while this is Christmas centric I did try mention a few of the other holidays celebrated this month. I hope you enjoy <3 ps was too tired to edit so any mistakes you see . . no you don’t

Remy Lebeau had never been a fan of the cold that took over upstate New York in the winter months, but he would always bear it just to see that smile on your face. 

Unlike your Cajun lover, you loved the winter time, especially the first snowfall of winter, when that delicate white blanket would cover the mansion lawns and dust your hair whenever you walked outside. 

There was always an excited energy that would settle in the mansion around the beginning of November and would only pick up its intensity the closer it got to the twenty-fifth. You fully embraced the holiday festivities, including the students of the mansion in them. You did your best to sprinkle some instruction time but by the time December first rolled around, you were in full celebration mode. 

You knew it was important to these kids, many of whom would be missing families that had kicked them out due to their powers manifesting or simply sent them to this mansion for their safety and education. Whatever the circumstances were, you were determined to make the month enjoyable for everyone. 

You tackled decorating the monster of a mansion, recruiting many of your students to help with the small bribe of extra credit. You made sure every holiday was represented alongside the traditional Christmas decor you remembered from your youth. Blue and silver decor was hung and proudly showcased alongside a Menorah that you had picked out with help from the students who celebrated Hanukkah. One of your students even taught you about Kwanza and helped you decorate and area in the mansion that they could use to celebrate and show their friends the December holiday that they celebrated. 

And Remy, your dear Remy, was supportive the whole time. He climbed tall ladders to adjust garland and lights, even climbed up on the roof with Kurt to help make the mansion shine outside just as beautifully as you had made the inside. 

But when the time finally came to get a tree for the room you shared with the red eyed mutant, it was a bit harder for him to keep his grumbling to himself. 

You walked in front of him down the path between the rows of Christmas trees. The snow under your feet crunches with each step of your boots. 

He watches as you study each tree, trying to pick the perfect one. He would find it more endearing if he wasn’t so focused on keeping his teeth from chattering loud enough for you to hear. No matter how many northern winters he went through, he still never full acclimated. 

He pulled his trenchcoat tighter to his body, hands stuffed in his pockets and he can’t help the little sigh of relief that escapes when he sees you stop and turn to him with a huge grin. You proudly stated that this was the one. The way your face lit up made his almost briefly forget the bitter cold nipping at his nose. 

“Dis th’ one you wan’ Chere?” 

“Oh it’s perfect Remy, its going to look so cute in our room!” 

You grabbed his hand and waved down one of the workers. Once your beloved tree was brought to your car, Remy got to work securing it in the truck bed. He strapped it down with ease and you couldn’t help but stand and watch the show, especially when the sweater he wore rode up just a smidge and gave you a view of his toned stomach. 

The sound of him hopping down from the truck bed brought you out of your little world you had sunk into. 

“Alright, let’s get you out of the cold my little Cajun.” 

That got you a smile out of him as he pulled you in close and pressed a kiss to your lips. His arm slipped around your waist and he guided you to the passenger side and opened up the door for you. 

His arm slid away and took your hand, helping you up into the cab of the truck before he made sure your coat was completely inside and closed the door. 

Back home, Remy wrestled the tree up the stairs and into your shared room. With your guidance, he set it up in the perfect spot, right in front of one of the windows, far enough from the fireplace to limit the risk of it catching on fire. 

While you focused on fiddling with perfecting the branches of the tree, Remy drew out one of the playing cards that he always carried in his pockets. Purple sparks jumped from his fingertips, charging the card before tossing it amongst the wood in the fireplace. The charge went off, flames erupting and a fire filling the room with warmth. 

You can’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips as you shook your head. 

“Show off.”

He sat on the floor, surrounded by boxes of Christmas decor, the soft sound of Christmas tunes filling the air accompanied by the crackle of the fire. It was your first Christmas together as a couple and while you had done this for years, it was his first time seeing these decorations. 

He dug through the boxes, looking at each ornament with intrigue in his red eyes. Old glass icicles and candy canes, ornaments clearly made by a much younger you all made the sight of the whole scene rather endearing and if he was honest, completely foreign to himself.

The lavish decoration you put out around the mansion was what reminded him of his youth. A mansion like this one, decorated perfectly full of things that he and his brother Henri were told not to touch. 

You turned when your outstretched hand was left empty for a bit, used to him handing you ornaments at a steady rhythm as you placed them all over the tree. You noticed he was sitting there staring at an ornament you had made back in kindergarten with a tiny school picture of 5 year old you in the center of it. 

You quietly walked over, crouching down beside him, not wanting to break the quiet that had surrounded him. 

His own red eyes looked up and found yours, a small loving smile coming over his features. 

“How old were you in dis?” he asked you. 

“I was in kindergarten, so five,” you replied fondly, reminiscing on the memory of your parents always happily putting up the ornaments you made, each year the newest one going front and center. “Did you ever make ornaments when you were little?”

He glanced away, looking back down at the delicate keepsake of your childhood. Eventually he shook his head. 

“Didn’t have a home till I was ten an’ den wit’ my pop, he let a decorator deck ou’ th’ house.”

Your reaction was mixed as you struggled to balance the emotions this brought out in you. On one hand, you were excited that he had shared something from his past with you. It didn’t happen that often so these little peeks were always special, but it also was bittersweet as you took in the sadness that coated the edges of the memory. 

How could something so warm as the holidays have such a layer of frost over it? But soon an idea came to mind. You got to your feet and quickly crossed the room to the closet you and Remy shared. 

The red eyed devil watched you with curiosity as you dug around in the walk in closet, finally emerging with your craft tote. 

“Chere?”

You set the tote down and sat down beside him. You opened the tote and pulled out various things. 

“We’re making you an ornament.” You declared. 

He was a bit floored, seeing the adorable determination in your features as you spread the various craft supplies out onto the floor. This small gesture from you had him smiling while he leaned over and gently kissed you. 

“Merci chere.”

You always surprised him with how well you knew how to show him your love. 

So for a brief intermission in the decorating, you sat with him, making the homemade decoration. He had chosen to make a snowglobe one, using fun scrapbooking paper and stickers you had. Once done, you found one of the polaroids you had of the two of you and helped him stick it in the middle. 

“Oh Remy! It’s perfect,” you exclaimed, standing up and taking his hand in yours. “Come on, let’s hang it on the tree!”

He smiled and took your hand. Standing up, he let you drag him to the Christmas tree. He took the ornament and decided on a spot in the center near the top. The soft, warm glow of the lights surrounded the decoration commemorating your first holiday season together. 

You stood and leaned into his side, a happy and content smile on your features. You felt his arm wrap around you and pull you close as you two basked in the warmth of holiday cheer that filled the room. 

It was the sudden cold chill that broke the bubble and Remy snuck his fingers under the hem of your sweater, his ice cold fingers seeking out the warmth of your skin. It caused you to squeal and try to get away from him but that only made him tighten his cold grip. 

His laughter surrounded you, mixing with your own squeal and giggles as his fingers slipped to the front, resting on the soft skin of your tummy, stealing the warmth. He pul;led you flush against his chest, pressing a kiss to your cheek. 

“God your fingers are like icicles!”

“Dat’s wha’ you get fo’ draggin me ou’ into th’ cold petite.”

You got him to finally let go with the promise of hot chocolate and cuddles in front of the fire. So in the kitchen you made two cups of warm hot chocolate, slipping in a bit of peppermint liqueur and topping it with fluffy marshmallows. 

You walked back in, seeing him already stretched out on the small loveseat that faced the crackling fire. 

“Your coffee darling,” you said with a smile, handing off the mug to him. 

He smiled and opened up the blanket. You climbed in with him, settling down and laying back against his chest, his legs framing your body. He pulled the blanket over you two, creating a warm cocoon neither of you planned to leave soon. 

As with the warmth of the hot cocoa filling his stomach and the glow of your Christmas tree filled the room, Remy knew that this Christmas would be one of his favorites.

love, elizabeth

[ center image i found on pinterest but the artist is dan veesenmeyer | other images were found on pinterest | divider credit: @/strangergraphics ]