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Marcys

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 17+ Flirty Word Count - 3835

Fictional Advent Day Twenty Two

Benny woke feeling groggy as usual. he swung his legs off his bed and set his feet on the floor shivering a little as his bare feet hit the ice-cold basement floor. He stands and jumps into yesterday's jeans tossing his kimono robe over his shoulders and heading out of his bedroom on autopilot towards his canister of instant coffee powder. however, as he steps across the apartment he finds his nose filled with the familiar scent of rose and maghogany. Y/n's perfume.

Y/n stood in Benny's apartment much to his suprise given she definitely wasn't there when he went to sleep last night. In her red plaid dress, white stockings and red dance heels. Her white chanel handbag on the table as she digs around in it.

Benny stops dead in his tracks, his groggy brain and eyes taking a minuet to register she was here, in his apartment, he stares at her incredulously for a while before he finally speaks "what are you doing here..."

Y/n pulls out her ciggerette box pulling herself out a ciggerette, "it's the Twenty second. I assumed you forgot." She slightly glared going back to digging around her bag her words slightly muffled from the cigarette between her lips,

Benny cocks his head to the side, his brain slowly starting to function. He freezes up, realizing what today was and he slowly approaches her. "Awww Y/n, You came all the way here...on our anniversary...?" he cooed, very ready for his kisses and cuddles.

Y/n finally found her lighter, "Ha! There you are you little bastard." she muttered flicking her lighter open and touching the flame to the end of the ciggerette tossing it back haphazardly in her purse, "adorable Benny." She smiled pulling the ciggerette from her lips and blowing the smoke to the ceiling, "Partly yes, but also because you told me to if you recall? Told me and I quote 'come over and drag me out of bed to go and do the Christmas shopping with you so I don't forget again this year because if I do you have permission to strip me down and whip me though the streets' and as fun as that would be Benny I promised. So I'm here."

"I dont remember telling you you had to break and enter..."

Y/n rolled her eyes "it's not breaking and entering if I have a key. I just didn't wake you. Not my fault you sleep like a coma patient."

he chuckles wrapping his arms around her and letting his hands slip around her waist pulling her back against him, his bare chest against the thin fabric of her dress, "Ahh yes. I do suppose I did give you a key.... but still. I feel like I should still punish you for not waking me up before breaking in..." He moves his head, his lips gently brushing against her neck, his breath warm against her skin

"Benny. Be horny later we have stuff to do." She lightly shoved him taking another drag from her ciggerette and blowing the smoke at him, "now come on! And dress warm it's snowing again."

he growls slightly in annoyance at being pushed away, reluctantly letting her go and walking back across the room to his bedroom, mumbling as he goes. "But its warm and cozy here.... and now that you're here... it would be a lot more entertaining than doing some stupid Christmas shopping..."

Y/n sighed, "You’re the one who said you wanted to come with me. I was more then happy to do it all on my own."

despite his protests, he quickly changes into some warm clothes. "Its the principal of the matter. You're my girlfriend and I'm your man. Its my job to go shopping with you." before he walks back out into the main room where she is.

Y/n set her hands on her hips and cocked an eyebrow at Benny, "you’re what?"

"You heard me. I'm your man." he gives a cocky grin as he looks her up and down "That means I have to be by your side and do all the stupid couple things. Even if they're as boring as Christmas shopping....."

Y/n rolled her eyes once more as snapped her purse closed. "Fine. Come along man." She snapped heading to the door,

Benny grins and follows behind her like a puppy, happily trailing after her out the front door, shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat as soon as they step out into the cold air. "Where to first?"

"Davids. For their caffeinated hot chocolate. God knows I will not survive the shopping without it." Y/n answered her heels clacking on the new York side walk as she slipped her white velvet gloves on her hands and stood at the door of Benny's blue VW.

Benny chuckled as he walked up and opened the passenger door for her, holding the door open with a silly little half bow as he looked up at her, a twinkle in his eye. "After you m'lady..."

Y/n gave Benny's cheek a kiss as she delicately climbs into the passenger seat like a proper lady, much to Benny's annoyance as she mad sure never to flash her stocking seams.

the kiss leaves a large red smudge of marks across his cheek, but he smiles. His eyes immediately drawn to her legs as she gets into the passenger seat. he curses under his breath at her skill in getting into the car without a single glimpse of thigh "You're such a tease...." Benny closes the passenger door after her, before he quickly rushes around the other side, hopping in the driver's seat and fastening his seatbelt. He starts the car and pulls away from the curb, keeping a hand on the wheel as his other hand reaches across the center consol to rest on her thigh. His warm hand on her leg through the thin layer of stockings as he drives

"You are in such an attentive move today." Y/n chuckled ashing her ciggerette into the tray on the cars dashboard,

Benny shrugs, trying to act casual. His hand slides the slightest bit higher up her thigh without him even realizing it, his fingers gently rubbing small circles on her leg

Y/n offered him the cigarette as he drives, her other hand snapping open her handbag to once more dig around for something

He takes the ciggerette from her, taking a deep drag of it as he drives. he blows a cloud of smoke out the slightly open window, keeping his eyes on the road as he keeps his hand on her thigh. Benny looks over at her from the corner of his eye as she continues to rummage around in her bag, his curiosity growing as to what she is digging for. "What are you looking for in there? You're purse is like Mary Poppins' carpet bag... never ending..."

Y/n scoffed "My damn- ah!" She said as she finally found her small leather bound notebook and small pen. Taking the ciggerette back "my list. I have all the shopping sorted by person, ordered by store and itemized to a budget."

Benny chuckles at her explanation, shaking his head gently at how organized her little notebook is. "Of course you do. I almost forgot you're just as anal retentive and anal-ical as me when it comes to planning..."

she raised an eyebrow, "don't you mean analytical?"

Benny rolls his eyes. "Not the point..." he pulls up to a red light and sighs, shifting his hand on her thigh so his fingers are gently tracing along her stockinged skin. He glances over at her as he looks her up and down. His eyes take in the way her dress hugs her curves and shows off her chest, the small lace edge of her stockings just visible under her dress. "You always look lovely, you know that?"

"Thank you Benny." She smiled softly giving his cheek another kiss

Benny smiles happily as she kisses his cheek, loving the way the red mark of her lips looks against his skin, and it takes every last inch of his self control not to pull her into his lap right then and there and have her right there in the driver's seat

They soon arrived to the small local coffee shop David's. Pulling up at the side of the road Infront of the place and is green and white canopy decorated with fairy lights and a Christmas tree in the window for the holidays

"Okay, caffeinated hot chocolate for me. You want anything?"

Benny looks out the window at the cafe, sighing at the cheesy and happy holiday decorations. He'd rather be at home in his pajamas and robe, but as long as he's with her, he doesn't really mind, he looks back at her and smiles, shrugging one shoulder "Just my regular coffee is fine.... can I at least pay for it though? Since I'm here to be your man and all that..."

Y/n rolled her eyes "Fine. You can pay manly boy." She laughed as she opened her door,

he chuckled and climbed out of the driver's side, rushing around the car to open Y/n's door for her, holding it open and giving her another small half bow as she gets out, then walking beside her towards the cafe. "I'm surprised you caved and let me pay.... you're always so set on being financially independent"

"Yeah well we have Christmas shopping to do. Enough money is going to be collectively spent today even if we stick to the budget." She answered as they walked her heels clicking and clacking on the sidewalk,

Benny followed alongside her silently as they walked to the cafe, his eyes occasionally looking down at her legs, admiring the way her stocking'd thighs moved and flexed under the dress. He had to fight to keep his mind straight and not just pick her up and rush straight home. he finally responds to what she said, shoving his hands in his pockets as they approached the cafe doors "I still have more than enough money to pay for your Christmas shopping... hell... I'd buy everything on your list for you if you'd let me..."

Y/n playfully shook her head and went to reach for the door

Benny beats her to the door, grabbing the handle and pulling the door open. "Nope, I'm the man, I'm opening the door for you" he grins as he steps aside and holds the door open for her, "after you, m'lady"

Y/n pinched his cheek and headed inside keeping her purse on her arm as they head inside the small place.

Benny follows after her, the door closing behind them and enclosing them in the warm cafe. He sighs at the ridiculous holiday names and decorations of the drinks, but doesn't say anything, not wanting to piss his girlfriend off.

The owner approached them with a wide smile, "morning, what can I do for you two?"

"Hot chocolate, double caffeinated. Got a busy day." Y/n smiled.

the owner jot's down the order on his little notepad before looking at Benny, "and for you sir?"

"Just a black coffee. No cream or sugar"

the man nodded and went about making the drinks

"Do you have any plans today or are you totally reliant on me and my list?" Y/n asked Benny,

Benny chuckled and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he bent and put his chin on her shoulder, nuzzling against her neck for a minute like a needy puppy before answering her question, "Hmm... I'm all yours for the day my dear"

"Alright," she scoffed, "is there anyone I'm missing from my list?" She asked showing off her list of people they needed to shop for, for Christmas.

Benny leaned over slightly and looked at the list she was holding up, skimming his eyes over the list of names. He mentally counted the people on the list and thought for a minute, trying to think of someone he thought she missed "Nope. seems like every bases are covered..." he looked up at her with a smirk “But I’m not on there…”

“I know I have to shop for you Benny.” She tolled her eyes,

"Did I make the naughty list?"

"No," She joked. "Well I wanted to be organized and prepared. Especially as I have you tagging along with me. I imagine you shall be highly distractive." She said,

Benny chuckled as the drinks are set on the counter in front of them. He picks up his coffee and sips it before replying to her

"I'm only distractive because you're so damn gorgeous"

Y/n rolled her eyes as they went back to the car, "I suppose so Benjamin," she teased using his full first name to bug him

Benny scowled "Ugh. I hate it when you call me Benjamin... you know that..." he opened the passenger door for her yet again, holding the door open as he waited for her to get back into the car

Y/n gave his nose a playful kiss as she climbed in sitting down and sipping her hot chocolate

Benny felt his face heat up at the kiss on his nose, he hated how cute she was and how powerless he was to her charms. He chuckled quietly to himself and closed the passenger door after she was safely in the passenger seat, then walked around to his side and got in "Where to next then, my dear?"

"Marcy's."

Benny groaned and started the car, rolling his eyes at her response, though he had secretly been expecting it "Of course... let's go to the overcrowded and obnoxiously busy department store.."

"You are the one who wanted to come. I was more then happy to do the Christmas shopping on my own again this year all you had to do was give me a list."

Benny sighed and rolled his eyes, but didn't actually argue with her, knowing full well that she had a point. He was willingly tagging along with her, knowing damn well exactly what would happen in the hell that was Christmas shopping in New York. "Yeah yeah... I know... I was the one who wanted to come... just get ready for the complaining I'll inevitably do within the first half hour we're in there...."

"I'm prepared for the complaining, and the following like a lost puppy, ans the whining for attention, and cuddles, and kisses, and jealousy that there are other men around, and for I’m sure the inevitable pinch on my backside" Y/n explained finishing her hot chocolate

Benny chuckled as she listed off what she'd seen from his past behavior when they were out in public, knowing that she was probably 100% correct. "Oh come on, I don't pinch your ass that much..."

Y/n playfully glared. "Benny. You’re thinking about pinching my ass right now aren't you?"

Benny chuckled and looked over at her, "Maybeeeee....." he whined as he rubbed small circles on her upper thigh

They parked in the parking lot and Y/n rolled her eyes at him "don't wonder off. And if you do come back to the car I'll find you eventually. I do not want to find you at the front desk like some lost little baby Benny." She told him kissing his forehead "and stay out of the underwear floor." She warns

"Yes dear, I'll behave myself, I promise..."

he gave a half bow as she kissed his forehead, "Aww.... but... but... I like the underwear floor....."

"I know that you do Benny but whenever you go there you get overexcited and buy me everything you see"

Benny chuckled, "But I just want to spoil you and buy you everything you could ever want my dear..."

"one item and you can wrap it up and put it under the tree for my Christmas present"

Benny smiled and raised an eyebrow at her "Only one...?"

"One." She confirmed tapping his nose before she opened the door

Benny sighed dramatically "Fine... one... but I'll have you know I have my eyes on a couple... things.... that I think you would love to wear for me..."

"I'm sure you do Benjamin." She teased as she climbed out and headed into the busy department store filled with trees, decorations and festive items. Everything was covered in red and green, glitter and tinsel as far as the eye could see. Christmas music blaring though the speakers and people bustling about with bags and lists doing their shopping.

Benny followed along beside her, one hand shoved in his pocket and the other firmly resting on her hip as she leads him into the large store. He immediately glances around and sees all the tacky holiday decorations all over the store and scowls in disgust. the entire thing looked like a Christmas fever dream and Benny hated it. He hated the music and the decorations and the busy crowded people with their stupid smiles... the only positive thing was the fact that he was with his girlfriend, who looked beautiful even in the midst of this tacky holiday mess

Y/n hummed to herself list in hand as she systematically walks the store to ensure she gave everything on her shopping list from the various counters and shelves. Often handing things off to benny like he was a donkey she could load up with items. Y/n stops in the toy department looking for the item she had noted down for her young nieces gift but a well dressed clerk leant onto the glass counter with a wide smile

"Well hello madam." He smiled wide clearly checking Y/n out as she looks "how can I help you on this fine winter day?"

Benny notices the clerk checking out his girlfriend and the smug smile on his face. Immediately Benny felt a wave of possessiveness over his girlfriend and slid up close behind her, his hand resting on her hip and fingers gripping her a bit tighter, silently sending the message to the clerk that this woman was his.

The clerk meets Benny's eyes and immediately disregarded him. Glancing at Y/n's hand and checking her for a ring which of course she didn't have. So as far as the clerk was concerned he was fine to flirt away. The clerks smile and arrogance only increased when he saw no ring on her finger and looked over at Benny with a cocky grin. "I see you glancing over our miniatures collection, each item is hand crafted and painted perfect for doll house collectors."

"Yes I'm aware." Y/n answered not even looking at him as she searched for specific items,

Benny's fingers gripped even tighter and his jaw flexed as he looked over his girl and the other man with a cold look. he leaned forward and rested his chin on his girlfriends shoulder, his eyes locked on the clerks to silently send him a message to back the hell off

Y/n felt Benny's chin on her shoulder so she smiled and stroked his hair before she continues looking though the case. "I need a number sixteen, forty two and one nine three please, all wrapped up individually in a display box preferably red." She listed off quickly and effectively

"Ohh I'm afraid the display boxes are only for items five or more sweetie so would you like to purchase two more items." The clerk tried to pull on her

Benny groaned as the clerk called his girlfriend sweetie and tried to upsell the little items. He glanced down at the little miniatures she had picked out.

Y/n's eyes finally met the clerk "yes however your store put in it's NY magazine Christmas double page promotion that all dollhouse and miniature furniture would come with one free small doll with a limit of one doll per bought item up to six in total. So with the three I listed and the three dolls that will come with them in the promotion that will be six items total and thus require a gift box qualifying as six is bigger then four. Sweetie." Y/n schooled the clerk snapping the name back at him with a tap on the case with her nails glass just to really make her point

Benny smirked, He pulled his chin off her shoulder and kissed the side of her neck pridefully as the clerk's face went a little red as he had been shown up by the gorgeous woman, "That's my girl..." he muttered quietly against her skin

"Yes of course ma'am." The clerk nodded begrudgingly

"Make sure to keep them all in the darker wood." Y/n reminds him, "felicity will melt if something doesn't fit her doll house." Y/n sighed

"A gift?" The clerk asked, "your daughter?" He said rather snarky glancing at her body,

the snarky tone that the clerk used towards Y/n pissed off Benny a lot... and he was struggling to stay quiet. His hand gripped her hip even tighter, his fingers digging into her skin a little as he held back the urge to snap at the clerk. His mind flooded with thoughts of wrapping his hands around his scrawny neck and teaching him to respect Y/n

"Niece." Y/n snapped. "Not that it's any of your business"

"I must then inform you our high value and low production number miniatures are not designed for children. Infact we forbid sale if they are intending to go to any child under six years old. You understand." The Clerk gave her a smug smile

Benny felt his temper growing with the clerk's snarky comment and the way he smirked at Y/n like he had one-uped her in some way. Benny gripped her hip even tighter than before, his jaw flexing as his knuckles turned white from gripping the edge so hard. His eyes narrowing at the clerk

"she's eight." Y/n glared. "So wrap it up. We have other shopping to do." She snapped

Benny smirked at her comeback again and his fingers relaxed ever so slightly as his temper simmered slightly, giving her hip a small apology squeeze

the clerk sighed and shook his head "of course ma'am..." he muttered before heading to go and wrap up the three miniatures. Once the clerk handed Y/n the bag they quickly left to continue the shopping.

"The nerve of some people.. especially around the holidays." she said,

Benny sighed and shook his head, trying to calm himself down and ease his temper back "You have the patience of a saint.... I was tempted to punch the prick in the teeth for staring at you like that...."

"I noticed." She chuckled giving Benny's cheek a kiss to cheer him up

His mood instantly lifting, "I couldn't stand the way he looked you up and down.... not to mention the 'sweetie' comment" he mutters under his breath

“I know, I know.” She cooed giving him a cuddle and a little squeeze,

“Umm thats better. I’m your man. You’re my girl.” he cooed kissing her forehead,

“Now, I am going to go do the shopping for you, and you can go do mine meet back at the cafe for some more coffee?”

“Okay, See you soon.” he smiled giving her a soft kiss,

“See you soon,” She cooed back, “Don’t just but lingerie.” She warns,

“Awww you ruin all my fun.” he pouted, “Besides… I have plans for you.”

“I’m sure you do.” she smiled before headed off in her own direction,

Benny smirked and immediately made a beeline for the jewlery section… 

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Lannister Battle Lion

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Lancel Lannister Couple - Lancel X Reader Reader - Sara (maid) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1152

Fictional Advent Day Twenty One

Lancel sighed wearily as he sat by the crackling fire, savouring the rich aroma of his fourth cup of wine. The flames danced and flickered, casting a warm glow across the dimly lit chamber. Suddenly, a loud, insistent tapping at the door shattered the peaceful ambience, jolting Lancel from his thoughts.

"Come!" He called,

The door opened revealing Elsa a young King’s Landing maid who often looked after Lancel, The two were fairly close even freindly, she smiled and sheepishly came inside his chambers in her light blue gown with a cloak around her, she appeared to be hiding something behind her. "Good Evening Ser Lancel,"

“Elsa,” he replied with a slight bow, his eyes drifting down to her attire before returning to meet hers, a hint of amusement dancing across his face. “You look lovely tonight, as always.”

she blushed "Thank you Ser Lancel," she moved slightly closer but kept her hands secretly behind her back "I... I missed you at the midwinter feast?"

His gaze lingered on her flushed cheeks before he rose from his chair, setting his cup aside. “Ah, yes... the midwinter feast,” he said, his voice low and smooth as he stepped closer to her. “I'm afraid duty called, my lord father had need of me elsewhere.” His eyes locked onto hers, a subtle intensity creeping into their depths.

she softly nodded "Understandable, of course, duty comes before such festivities... But I am sorry you missed it. You would have enjoyed it I think..."

A gentle smile spread across his face “I'm sure I would have, But perhaps there's another celebration we can attend together soon... one where duty won't keep us apart.”

"We can but hope," she agreed, "But still I didn't want you to go without any celebration of the midwinter festivities," she said slowly pulling out a red and gold-wrapped package from her cloak,

His eyes lit up with interest, “A gift?”

she nodded sweetly,

"Why?" Lancel asked,

"For midwinter"

"and what do you want?"

"Uhhh... well nothing I suppose" she said back

"I'm no fool Elsa, no one gives without expectations" he glared a little,

"I... I don't want anything in return,"

"But I'm a Lannister, a Lannister always pays his debts, the second richest family in the land, so go on what do you want? money? jewlery? Some big pretty gown?" he asked

"Lancel!" she complained putting the box in his hands, "I don't want anything, I wouldn't expect you to give me anything in return, I just wanted to give you something nice for midwinter."

He looked at her, a mixture of surprise and curiosity etched on his face as he held the package. “No expectations, no strings attached?” he repeated, his voice softening.

"None whatsoever." she smiled "I promise."

His gaze lingered on hers, searching for any hint of deception, but her expression remained genuine. He felt a flutter in his chest, a sense of wonder at the simplicity of her gesture. He felt so strange no one had ever just given him anything without expectation, without him owing them in return, or wanting something back. He was happy, but he almost didn’t know how to react. And he suddenly realized what an utter ass he had been for assuming she had wanted something. How cruel and mean he must have sounded when she just wanted to do something nice for him. “Tha...thank you,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“It’s alright, I understand… Lannisters likely aren’t the gift-giving type of family.”

“Not really no,” he chuckled, “everyone always asks of a lannister.”

She giggled, “True, but this is just for you.”

“Truly Elsa… Thank you.” He nodded, His fingers tightened around the package, the wrapping paper crackling softly as he turned it over in his hands. He could feel the weight of the gift inside, a subtle pressure that seemed to grow more pronounced with each passing moment. “May I?” he said, his voice low and husky, his eyes locked intently on hers.

“Of course,” she smiled,

Lancel's heart swelled with gratitude and warmth as he carefully untied the ribbon securing the lid of the box. As he lifted the lid, he was greeted by a sight that melted his heart. Nestled within the confines of the box was a beautifully crafted small stuffed lion, its golden mane flowing majestically and its emerald eyes twinkling with an almost lifelike vibrancy. In one paw, the lion clutched a tiny wooden sword, adding a touch of whimsy and courage to the adorable plush creature.

A soft gasp escaped Lancel's lips as he gingerly lifted the stuffed lion from the box, marvelling at the intricate details and the love poured into this precious gift. The plush fur was incredibly soft to the touch, and the tiny wooden sword was exquisitely carved, a testament to the care and thoughtfulness behind the present.

A tender smile graced Lancel's features as he held the small lion in his hands, feeling a rush of affection and appreciation for the heartfelt gesture. The warmth of the moment enveloped him, and he couldn't help but be moved by the touching display of kindness and love.

"It's a little Lannister Battle Lion." she giggled, "I made him for you."

“You… you made him… for me?” he whispered tearing up,

She happily nodded,

“It- it’s perfect.” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “You're too kind… You’re so sweet Elsa…” he said, looking up at her with shining eyes.

"I'm glad you like it," she smiled, "Happy Midwinter Lancel." she cooed giving his forehead a little kiss before she turned to leave,

He watched her walk away, the little lion clutched to his chest, a gentle smile on his lips. As he stood there, lost in thought, he couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and connection to this woman who had given him such a simple yet meaningful gift. Without thinking, he called out to her, his voice low and husky. “Wait.” He took a step forward, his eyes locked on hers.

She stopped and turned back to him, a questioning look on her face. "Yes Ser Lancel?" she asked,

“I… I missed the feast because I was with my uncle. Preparing for my leave to Darry…” He began, “I… I leave next week, I’ll be lord there.” he nodded, “If- if I am not imposing by asking… Would- Would you come with me?”

“Co-Come with you?” She asked,

“Yes, come with me.” He nodded, ���Please, I do not want to leave King’s landing without you Elsa. I… I want you in Darry with me.”

She smiled and blushed, “You don’t have to offer me that-”

“I want to, regardless of this.” He smiled taking her hand, “I mean it, truly,”

“Thank you, I look forward to becoming your maid in Darry-”

“No. not as my maid. As… As my wife.”

“You- You mean it,” she blushed,

“I do,”

“I’d be delighted Lancel,” She smiled,

He smiled and wrapped his arms around her before he pulled her into a soft and gentle kiss, “Happy midwinter Elsa.” he whispered, 

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Cultivated Warmth

Media - Sex Education Character - Otis Millburn Couple - Otis X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 956

Fictional Advent Day Twenty

Otis lay snuggled up in his warm, quilted bed, cocooned in layers of soft blankets to shield himself from the cold breeze and the gentle patter of Snow against his window. He clutched his beloved teddy bear close to his chest, its worn fur a familiar comfort as he drifted in and out of sleep, a contented smile playing on his lips.

When suddenly and without warning, Y/n in her usual brand of chaos came into his room without so much as knocking. If it had been anyone else he'd have been concerned but he knew Y/n had a habit of this, and his mother always let her in any way for breakfast whether school was on or not. She bolted over to his bed beginning to poke his face, "You dead?"

he groaned, he slowly opened his eyes and rolled over to face her. "Yeah I'm dead, now go away. I'm sleeping," he replied in a grumpy grumble,

she crawled onto his bed and poked his nose "Hey. Get up."

he groaned again, but this time from frustration. He slapped her hand away and pulled the covers up further "Ugh, make me" he mumbled, as he closed his eyes again.

"you wanna test me?" She glared at him. Before she began poking all over him making sure to use her nails to poke and prod him,

he let out a noise that was a combination of a hiss and a groan, before sitting up and pushing her away, "Stop it, that hurts!" he mumbled,

"wake up." She whines shoving him,

he rolled his eyes dramatically "Ughhh, fine" he grumbled, as he started getting out of bed "I'm up, I'm up. there better be a good reason for you torturing me!"

"... Cause I can." She smiled watching him climb out of bed and while he was distracted getting himself a drink of water from the glass on the table Y/n jumped into his bed pulling the covers around her stealing his spot and all the warmth he had accumulated even hugging his bear,

he glanced over his shoulder towards the bed once he heard her dive in it. a look of annoyance crossed his face "Hey, you stole my bed!" he quickly set his glass down on the side and turned towards the bed. with an exasperated sigh, he crossed his arms and pouted at her, "What am I supposed to do now then?"

"not my problem." She giggled,

he rolled his eyes again, but this time it was in amusement "You're so annoying. give me my bed and my bear back"

"Nope."

he was starting to get frustrated now, he really wanted to get back into that nice warm bed, "pleaseeee" he whined, "I'm cold and it's my bed!"

"but your bed is always so soft and if I kick you out it's all nice and warm for me."

"ugh, you're impossible. but fine, since you won't let me back in, I suppose I'm just gonna have to... attack you!" he lunged towards the bed, trying to grab her

Y/n squealed kicking and squirming as she tried desperately to remain in the cacoon of duvet and Otis tried everything to get her out of it. Until Y/n grabs his bear and holds it threateningly, "Back away... Or the bear gets it."

His attack stopped dead in his tracks and he held his hands up, "okay! okay! you win! just don't hurt my bear!"

she smiled evilly and snuggled back up in bed keeping the bear in her arms "ummm glad we could come to an arrangement Otis," she giggled

"you are so lucky I love that bear more than I despise you,"

"nawww you love me." She teased pinching his cheek,

a small blush started to spread over his cheeks. he took a step back from the bed to try and hide it, "No I don't you're annoying, you barge into my room all the time and wake me up and steal my bed!"

"grumpy Otis today,"

he rolled his eyes, "Well excuse me for being grumpy after being rudely woken up and having my bed taken from me" he folded his arms as he spoke, the pout crossing his face again

she sighed and rolled her eyes before she pushed the covers away a little "Come.'

he stared at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow, "Is this a trap? are you just going to kick me back out once I get in the bed?"

"I promise I will not kick you out again now either come in the bed and cuddle or go away cause holding the duvet like this is letting out all the cultivated warmth,"

he looked a bit dubious for a moment more before ultimately giving in and getting into the bed and he snuggled up under the duvet, "Happy now? you've got all the cuddles you could want"

Y/n hummed and turned over nuzzling into his chest wrapping the covers tightly around them both "ummmm..."

He felt his heart rate quicken as she nestled into his chest, her warmth enveloping him. Gently, he wrapped one arm around her, holding her close, while his other hand moved up to her head, his fingers naturally intertwining with her hair. He was acutely aware of how close they were, hoping she couldn't feel the rapid thumping of his heart. Keeping his gaze fixed on her face, he willed himself to remain composed. His fingertips continued to weave through her hair, while his other hand traced delicate patterns on her lower back, cherishing every moment of their embrace.

she smiled and moved her head up a little kissing his cheek before nuzzling up in his chest again hugging the bear between them "Goodnight Otis."

He looked down at her, cuddling up to him, and the blush spread over his face again. he smiled and kissed the top of her head, "goodnight Y/n..."

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I Promise

Media - Wolf Hall The Mirror And The Light (Spoilers) Character - Rafe Sadler Couple - Rafe X Reader Reader - Y/n (Rafe's Wife) Rating - 15+ (Mentions Of Executions) Word Count - 3343

Rafe had done all he could. And it was not enough. His master, a man he knew better than he knew his own father, was sent to die.

The king's whim had changed, and now Cromwell was to die.

Rafe did all that he could for the man who had raised him, taught him all that he knew, brought him up to a place of social standing and political power, brought him to a knighthood and brought him to his place at the king's side.

But now even though Rafe has spoken for him, defended him, read his letters of plea aloud to the king. Cromwell was still to die.

Rafe could escape the guilt that perhaps he had not done enough, that if he had ignored the calls for business, he could have saved him. If he had not listened to Cromwell and done all he wished to do, he may still be alive…

But no. He followed orders. The orders of his master. The orders do hold back his emotions and his desires to protect his position, his future, his family.

but what now was it all worth?

Rafe said his goodbyes the day before and now couldn't bring himself to attend the execution. Instead he hauled himself up in his offices where no one would see him.

And he wept.

He leant against the window and wept.

Rafe never cried. But today… He did.

He cried against the cold glass and felt like he was drowning in his own sorrows and in the endless tears he had no hope to conceal. He knew he shouldn't be like this.

After all he was a man. An important man, one with standing and a future. But no, he could not. Rafe could not even imagine a life without his master, he never imagined he would need to know such a thing. But now it was all true and he felt so heavy with the weight of all the world he was left with and it’s cripplingly empty silence.

But a single voice broke through this sadness, "… Ooh… Rafe.."

When Rafe looked up, his vision fuzzy with his tears, Rafe saw his wife.

Y/n lingered at the door, her eyes red from the tears of her own that she held back, she did not come closer, unsure if Rafe would send her away to be alone.

Rafe tried to wipe the tears from his face, tried to compose himself for her but he couldn't, he could not pretend, not with her. He nodded softly to allow her inside his office.

She shut the door behind her and slowly closed the gap between them, she sniffled back a tear and offered her embrace.

Without hesitation he fell into her, his face against her shoulder as he continued to cry, his arms wrapped around her as tightly as they could and he held onto her like she was the only thing kept him on this earth.

"I'm so sorry my love…" She cooed as her hand came to rub his back,

In his heart a part of him knew he should pull away, he should compose himself and he should act like the man he knows he is… but the greater part of himself desperately needed her, needed the comfort she was. He continued to cry but the sobs that wracked his body slowly quieted. His tears had slowed, and he now just held her, rested his weight against her and listened to her heart beat and her tender words.

"It is not your fault, my love. You did everything you could. I don't even think god himself could have prevented this." She cooed, her hand came up to remove his hat to stroke his blonde hair, "You know, more so then I, that the lords have plotted Cromwell's fall since the day he entered court. We should be thankful he rose as high for as long as he did."

"I could have done more. I should have done more," he said, his voice was quiet and rough,

"You did everything you could. You followed your master's orders. You know if you had done all you desire you'd have kicked the great lords from the hall and slapped the king into sense. And you'd be losing your head too for the pleasure of it." She explained, "Cromwell told you to hold back because you must, because he couldn't bear to lose you, or Richard or Gregory. He knows and I have no doubt is comforted, that he has saved you and the lives he had built for you all,"

He took another breath before he leant back from her and looked into her eyes, they still made his heart skip a beat at the sight of them. He reached with his hands and gently cupped her face, his thumb rubbing against her soft skin. "You are probably right…" he admitted, "I just… I just wish…"

"I know, I know. And whatever you need, I will be here my love. If you need me. Need time alone. Time to cry. Whatever it is you need to mourn I will support it.”

Rafe wrapped his arms around her tightly once more, held her body against his, "Can you just hold me… for now?" he said, he was almost embarrassed by the request. He was a grown man asking his wife to hold him like a child, but he needed it more than he could put into words.

"Of course, my love." She cooed, "Shall I lock the door? In case the children come?"

"Yes…" he said softly, "Please lock the door. I don't want the… I don't want the children to see me like this."

Y/n nodded and pressed a tender kiss to Rafes forehead before she went and locked the door. She slowly returned and took his hand, she led him to the fire to his favourite chair. And she sat herself on his knee as she always had when they were first courting.

For a moment he just wrapped her in his arms, he reveled in the familiar feeling of having her on his thigh like they always had. But instead of the joy and excitement he used to feel, now he felt the comfort of her presence. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in the flowery scent of it, feeling the softness against his skin and knowing that it helped soothe his rattled mind.

"Do you want to talk, or just to sit?"

"Just sit for now…" he said quietly, "Can… can I ask something of you….?"

Y/n nodded softly,

He let out a small breath of nerves, he felt almost stupid asking her this. But still, the request escaped his lips in a low voice. "please… don't let go. don't let go of me… just hold me."

"I promise. I won't let go." Y/n reassured,

Rafe closed his eyes and buried his head deeper against her neck, he held her as tight as he could, as if letting her go would be equivalent to letting her fall. He desperately needed her to ground him. He simply sat there for what felt like hours, though in reality it couldn't have been more than a few minutes. With Y/n on his lap, her arms around him. He didn't say anything, just held her tight against his chest, feeling her against him and breathing in the scent of her. His face still buried in her hair, his eyes closed as he simply clung to her presence, trying to soothe his mind and make it stop thinking, if only for a little while.

Y/n sat without a word she held Rafe close, and ran her hands through his hair,

His fingers tracing slow and gentle patterns across her back as he listened to the sound of her breaths and felt the feel of her hair on his face. He finally found the strength to speak after a while, his voice low and quiet but a little more firm than it had been before. "Can I ask you… a foolish question…?"

"Of course, you can ask me anything about my love."

He was quiet for another moment, "Do… Do you think… I am foolish? For how I feel? Do you hate me… for all this."

"Of course I don't think that." She said, "Why would I hate you? Rafe you where his ward your whole life. He introduced the two of us. Without him you’d never have come and asked to dance with me. He was there the day our children were born. He's like a father to you, why would I ever be angry at you for grieving such a loss?"

Rafe let his eyes close tight again as he listened to her words, he could hear the love in her voice, he let out a shaky breath as his hands once again began to trace slow patterns against her back. "I just… I just didn't want you to think I cared more about him than you and the family…"

"Of course I don't think that. I know you love me. And I know you adore our children. It's alright for you to have such care and love for the man who raised you too." She nodded,

He felt a wave of overwhelming gratitude at her kind and understanding words. He knew he didn't deserve her, he didn't deserve her love and gentle nature but still here she was, being the most perfect wife that he could ask for. "You are the most perfect wife in this entire world you know… I don't deserve you…"

"Of course you do, you deserve all the love and happiness in the world Rafe. That's why Cromwell asked you to step back, step away from all this madness. So you would not need risk this wonderful life and happiness you have."

He closed his eyes once again, he still had a deep sadness in his heart, a deep sorrow that the man who raised and loved him. But with Y/n there, with her in his arms and her words of comfort he felt like it would be okay, he felt like he could get through this without falling apart. "I don't know what I would do without you…"

"You never need know." She smiled kissing his forehead,

"please… never leave me…" the words slipped out of his lips before he could stop them, but he didn't care.

"I promise. Never." She cooed,

"I love you…"

"I love you too." She cooed,

Silence reigned once more, each giving the other a soft and gentle comfort after all that had happened,

"… Rafe? May I ask you to do something for me?"

He pulled his head back enough to look in to her eyes, "Whatever you ask of me I will do."

"…when you return to the king. Please… Be careful." She pleaded, "Cromwell rose so high and none of us could save him. Please… Be careful around the king these next few days, weeks, months… Forever if you must." She begged, "You have a household, a family, beautiful children who couldn't bear this pain if you were to fall too." Her plea was one of pure worry and love, concern for him and the life they had together.

He didn't want to upset her, he didn't want to scare her, he didn't want to cause her any pain so he nodded his head. "I will. I promise. I will be careful. I have no plans to go the same way as Cromwell and you and the children are the most important things I have." he pulled her closer against him, hugged her against his body and made the promise he knew he would keep. he leant forward and placed a kiss on her forehead and then her neck and then her shoulder, needing to feel her skin and her presence against him, "I will be careful…"

"Thank you my love." She softly smiled kissing his nose,

Rafe smiled, feeling the familiar and comforting movement of her lips on his skin. He buried his head back in her hair, inhaling the familiar scent of it, letting it fill his nose and calm his soul. He couldn't help but wish that he could simply stay here with her in his arms and just forget about the real world. But he had duties and he had to go back to work soon. But he wasn't ready to let her go yet,

Y/n cooed and stroked his hair giving him all the comfort she could, "If you're strong enough, I know the children would love to hug you goodbye today before you leave for work. Th-They are scared, and I know they want to see you."

He smiled at the thought of the children, But he also felt a pang of sadness, they shouldn't have to say goodbye to him every day, they shouldn't have to ask for hugs in case it was the last one they'd ever get. "I want to see them. Can you go bring them here please…" he said quietly, barely above a whisper.

"Of course." She nodded, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek before she stood and slowly made her way through the house.

Rafe stood up as well, slowly readjusting his doublet and his collar before he sat back down in the chair. He took a few deep breaths, trying to mentally prepare himself to see the children. The last thing he wanted was for them to see him all sad and broken, but he desperately needed to see them. The thought of their little faces and their smiles was both uplifting and paining in equal measure.

After a few moments, Y/n returned. Their four children with her. Their oldest, Mark, stood sad but putting on a brave face, old enough to know what had happened, old enough to understand he'd lost the man he thought of as a grandfather, and that his father now could be in danger. But he saved face for the younger children and for his father.

The twins Ariana and Alison stood in their little dresses, Ariana with her bunny and Alison with her bear, they knew something was wrong but didn't know enough to understand what it was or why. But both could see their father was upset.

And young Peter on Y/n's hip smiling unaware of the turmoil and just happy to see his father,

Rafe looked at the four of them as they entered the room, a wave of emotions filling his heart.

"Girls, go hug your father." Y/n cooed,

The girls ran over without a word and happily latched onto each of Rafe's legs,

He couldn't help but let out a small laugh, his heart felt lighter for a moment, seeing their eagerness and happiness as they clung to his legs. He smiled and reached down and gently lifted them up, one in each arm as he held them against his chest. "Hello my little angels…" he said in a quiet voice, wrapping his arms around them and pulling them close.

The girls hugged him tight, sharing a hug for both him and their stuffies.

Mark made his way slowly over standing beside the chair like the proper young gentleman he was growing to be,

Rafe looked up at Mark, he reached out with one hand and ruffled his son's hair. "Come here and join the hug with your sisters…"

Mark needed no other word jumping into Rafe's arms between the girls.

He held all three of them close, feeling their weight on his lap and the feel of their bodies against his chest. He closed his eyes for a moment and just held on to them, letting the sensation of them in his arms soothe his sad heart and his rattled mind.

Y/n smiled as she came over leaning on the back of the chair and setting Peter on Rafe's shoulder, the young boy giggling and crawling into the cuddle.

He laughed again at the gleeful giggling of little Peter as he clambered down his body and tried to find a place in between his siblings. He held his four children in his arms, his entire little world all there with him. He felt an incredible sense of love and protectiveness fill his heart.

Y/n softly smiled and wrapped her arms around Rafe's neck from behind the chair,

When he felt the gentle touch of her arms around his neck from behind him and leaned his head back against her.

"Do you have to go to work today daddy?" Ariana pleaded,

"Can't you stay home and play with us?" Alison begged,

"Father has to go. The king needs him." Mark said a sad tone to his voice,

Rafe felt a pang deep in his heart as his daughters pleaded with him, He sighed and looked down at his children, all looking up at him, innocent eyes and sweet voices begging him to stay. "I'm sorry my darlings… I have to go to work today…"

"…when is the next time you can stay home with us?" Alison asked,

"Yeah when? Tomorrow? The next day?" Ariana begged,

He hated that he had to disappoint his little girls. Ae took a moment to think of what to say to them, wondering what answer they would be able to accept. He tried to think of a day in the future where he wouldn't have work and he could spend an entire day with them, but he knew he was a busy man and it would be hard to get a day off anytime soon. "I… don't know… I'll have to talk to the king and… and see if I can get a day off…"

"And then you'll stay? And play with us? All day?" Ariana asked,

"Play horsey? And tea? And play in the pretty garden?" Alison begged,

He felt his heart tug painfully again at their sweet pleading voices and their requests. They sounded so innocent and they wanted nothing more than to spend a day playing with him, in the garden or in the house somewhere. he wanted to give them what they wanted but again he didn't know when he'd be able to get a full day away from the king. "Yes my darlings… when I get a day free I'll spend the whole day playing with you… we'll do all you want…"

"you will?" Mark asked rather hopeful himself but not wanting to admit it,

He smiled at Mark, knowing deep down that his oldest son wanted to be included in the promises as well. He nodded his head at his son, reassuring him of his promise. "Of course I will. I promise. I'll spend the whole day playing and having fun with all of you…"

"Could - could we go to the River?" Mark asked,

"Can we daddy can we!" The twins begged excitedly too,

Peter just giggled having no clue was they were talking about given the last time they went to the River he was still settled inside Y/n's belly,

"Yes. We can go to the River. I promise."

"Alright, give your father one more big hug and let him go." Y/n cooed,

Immediately the girls whined but slowly climbed down, Peter happily got scooped back up into Y/n’s arms, and Mark climbed off straightening up.

He stood up and smoothed out his doublet, "I'll see you all later my darlings, I will be home as soon as I can…"

Peter was first to give Rafe the biggest hug his little arms could manage, Then the twins squeezed him as tight as they could, And then even mark snapped and hugged Rafe doing his best to be brave.

he reached down and hugged them all tight in return, one last time before he had to leave.

Y/n made sure to pull the children away knowing he has to go,

He gave them a final smile, his heart full of love and affection for his children but also sadness having to leave them all. He leaned forward and gave a final soft kiss to each of them and one for his wife before he turned and headed for the door. "I'll see you all later my darlings. I promise, I love you all, always…"

The children all happily yelled and waved their affectionate cries of their love in return, Y/n blowing a tender but love filled kiss,

Before Rafe left and began his way to see the king.

[the-fiction-witch]

House Of Christmas P4

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Lucerys Velaryon Couple - None Reader - None Rating - 12 Word Count - 1131

Fictional Advent Day Nineteen

After what felt like an eternity of painstaking gingerbread construction, the results were somewhat meager, a handful of beautifully decorated cookies and a couple of quaint little cottages stood as the fruits of their labour. However, the real highlight of the day involved Luke and Aegon's ill-fated attempt at creativity, which resulted in a rather chaotic gingerbread scene depicting a playful interpretation of a terrorist attack. Their antics earned them not just bewildered glances but also a stern reprimand, leading to a weekend filled with dish duty as punishment for their shenanigans.

The pride of their gingerbread efforts was carefully arranged on a side table, with the more visually appealing creations taking centre stage, while the less impressive ones were discreetly tucked away at the back, out of sight. As the evening drew near, the dining table was elegantly set for dinner. Each place was adorned with three intricately arranged sets of cutlery, pristine fine china gleaming under the soft light, and sparkling crystal glassware that caught the eye.

The gentle melodies of soft Christmas jazz fill the air, spinning slowly on the turntable, creating an inviting and warm ambience. The chandelier overhead bathes the room in a soft, golden glow, its crystals shimmering delicately with every flicker of light. Below, an intricately designed centrepiece adorned with lush holly branches and vibrant red berries captures the eye, adding a touch of festive elegance to the scene. The combination of music, lighting, and decor creates a serene atmosphere that perfectly embodies the spirit of the season.

Viserys sat regally at the head. To his left, a highchair was positioned for baby Aegon, and Viserys who giggled and cooed, basking in the warmth of their Grandfather's attention.

Rhaenyra, was seated beside her children, keeping a watchful eye on them as they ate. At her side, Harwin helped maintain order; he deftly balanced the demands of the young ones while ensuring that Rhaenyra took her much-needed bites of food amidst the chaos.

Next to his father, Jace leaned in, to eye the various glasses of wine on the table, hoping to sneak a sip without anyone noticing. His younger brother, Luke, sat beside him, already looking a bit overwhelmed by the boisterous atmosphere, his big eyes darting around as he absorbed the lively scene.

Rhaena and Baela, sitting just a little farther down, were engaged in animated chatter, their giggles punctuating the dinner as they shared whispers and secrets, blissfully engrossed in their own world. Leana, mindful of her pregnancy, focused intently on her plate, diligently adhering to her dietary restrictions while occasionally stealing glances at Daemon, who was seated at the other end of the table across from Viserys.

Daemon, his expression a mixture of amusement and seriousness, had one hand comfortably resting atop Leana’s. He was deeply engaged in a spirited debate with Otto, who sat to his left,

Gwayne sat beside his father drinking down his forth refill since arriving to the table,

In a less than enviable position, Daeron was wedged between Gwayne and Heleana, the latter completely absorbed in her own thoughts and discreetly scrolling through her phone under the table. Daeron, desperate for an escape from the overwhelming sight and sound surrounding him, fidgeted restlessly in his seat.

Aemond, sitting next to Heleana, sat up straight and tall, embodying the seriousness of the moment. He scanned the table intently, ensuring that the precious china remained unharmed, his protective instincts on high alert.

Beside him, Aegon nervously fiddled with the string of his hoodie, occasionally glancing around the table for reassurance. Alicent, ever the nurturing mother, kept a watchful eye on her children while simultaneously tending to the needs of her grandchildren Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and little Megor, gently guiding spoonfuls of food to their eager mouths amidst the jubilant chaos of the family gathering.

Luke sighed to himself filling his plate with rolls and potatoes,

“Lucerys something green on the plate please,” Rhaynera warns,

“Mom-” He began,

“Harwin.” She commanded,

“What your mother said,” Harwin told him reaching around Jacerys to pat Lucerys on the head,

“Fine.” Lucerys sighed and picked up a single spoonful of green bean casserole picking at it slowly, “I’ll give you whatever is in my advent calendar tomorrow if you eat my casserole?” he whispered to Jacaerys,

“Lucerys and Jacaerys are trading,” Aemond spoke up,

“Snitch.” Jace glared,

Lucerys sighed and just ate it forcing it down with as much bread and potato as he could trying to ignore the flavour and texture of it all, as conversation continued around him.

Viserys tapped his knife against his glass silencing everyone at the table, and making Alicent slightly flinch for fear of her glasses,

“It… brings me such joy, to see all of my family. Come together.” Viserys began, “So long it has been since all of us …feasted, …discussed, and …slept below the same roof… it is times like these, no matter our debates, disagreements, and whatever else lingers between us. These days now… they are the best of days. Spent with those we love and cherish. Christmas is the time we get to spend with each other, and I look forward to it all the year. And I know… that… no matter how many more I have. I will always savour them.” Viserys explained taking both Alicent and Rhyeanera by the hand, “Every part of them, from the earliest days with not but a single clementine below the tree.” He smiled to Daemon who found even he couldn’t hold back a smile to his brother, “When we welcomed in friends as family,” he smiled to Otto who nodded back to Viserys, “when we shared such light and joy with those of us who are gone.” He smiled to Rhaynrea, who grew teary at the talk of her mother, “When we opened our arms to more to become true family.” He smiled to Leana, Harwin and Gwayne who all smiled back, “When joy was found once more… even when some deemed it impossible.” He smiled to Alicent giving her hand a small kiss as he held it, making her smile back widely, “When our family grew, and we got to witness once more the pure joy more than we ever did.” he chuckled to his own children Aegon, Helean a, Aemond and Daeron, as well as Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffery, “To these fleeting moments with the youngest among us,” He cooed to the babies beside him, “who I whole will one day look back on these days as I do, with joy, hope and fondness for these most sweet of days.”

“Here! Here!” Otto cheered,

And everyone at the table picked up their glasses to salute his words and the holiday,

“Merry Christmas, Everyone.” Viserys smiled,

“Merry Christmas!” Came from all who could say it,

“Now come along everyone before it gets too cold.” Rhaynera smiled,

[the-fiction-witch]

Not Like I Like It

Media - Pistol (Disney plus / FX) Character - Malcolm Mclaren Couple - Malcolm X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 1110

Fictional Advent Day Eighteen

Y/n hummed a cheerful tune to herself as she diligently basted the honey-glazed ham, savouring the sweet, warm aroma that enveloped her cosy apartment. The air was filled with the enticing scent of honey mingling with hints of spices, making her mouth water in anticipation of the festive dinner to come. The room was a visual banquet, adorned with vibrant red, shimmering gold, and deep green decorations that draped from the ceiling and sprawled across every surface. Sparkling ornaments hung from the tree, their colours dancing in the twinkling lights, while the floor was strewn with colourful remnants of wrapping paper and empty toy packaging.

The dining table was elegantly set, gleaming with polished cutlery and festive dishes, ready to showcase the delectable spread they would soon enjoy. A few pristine gifts, carefully wrapped in glossy paper and tied with cheerful bows, remained tucked beneath the tree, patiently waiting to be unwrapped. The soft sounds of Christmas music filled the air, with familiar songs playing on the TV,

Y/n took a step back to admire her handiwork before sliding the ham back into the oven with a satisfied smile. She set the timer once more, the cheerful ding echoing in the cheerful chaos, and then wandered into the living room.

Lillian happily ran around the living room playing with her new hobby horse excitedly dressed in her little red dress for dinner, and Eleanor sat by the TV playing with her new puppy plushie yet to be changed out of her onzie.

The door knocked before Y/n even had time to sit down. So she went to the door opening it up to see Malcolm standing in his usual jeans and leather jacket, with his bag over his shoulder.

“Hey Babe.” He smiled at her,

“Hello,” she smiled back kissing him as she let him inside. “You’re late,”

“I know, she was being a cow about it.” He sighed as he set his bag on the sofa and sat down in his usual spot by the TV,

“How was he?” she asked glaring at his bag until he moved it to the floor, leaving the seat for her to sit in,

“Fine,” he shrugged,

“You know he was welcome to come up for dinner too,”

“I know, Viv wouldn’t let him leave.” He sighed, quickly changing the subject as he picked up Eleanor pulling her to his chest and peppering her little head with kisses, “Hello Nori.” he cooed,

Eleanor happily giggled at her father throwing her puppy around excitedly,

“Lillian, Malcolm’s here.” Y/n cooed,

Making Lillian actually pay attention to something other than her mountain of toys running over and giving Malcolm’s leg a hug.

“Hi Daddy Malcolm.” she smiled,

“Hey, kiddo.” Malcolm did his best to smile at her and pat her head, even if he struggled a little connecting with Lillian given she wasn’t his daughter and he didn’t have the same love and relationship with her that he did with Eleanor simply because he hadn’t been around all her life. “I can smell the ham, I beg of you bring me a bit,” he asked,

“It’s not done yet.” Y/n chuckled,

“Ughh I am so hungry,” he sighed, “How long will it be?”

“Another half hour at least.”

“Fine.” He sighed, “I will simply starve won’t I Nori?”

“Don’t be so dramatic Malcolm.”

“I do have some things for the little ladies.” He chuckled getting his bag open and putting the little things for Eleanor and Lillian under the tree for them to open, getting one for Eleanor to open up and helping her to rip it open revealing the little rag doll.

Eleanor giggled and happily began playing with the rag doll.

“You like that Nori?” He cooed,

She giggled and happily ran her fingers through the doll's hair,

“I’m sure she loves it, Malcolm.” Y/n smiled,

“Do I get a present?” Lillian asked,

“Yeah, go on Kiddo there’s a couple for you too.” he told her,

So Lillian happily ran and got a gift from the tree ripping it open excitedly, to reveal a teddy bear. “Thank you, Daddy Malcolm.” She cooed hugging his leg again before running off to put it on her bed,

“She does like bears right?”

“Malcolm. She’s Seven. She likes most things.” Y/n chuckled,

“Well I don’t know what she likes,” he shrugs, “Sorry… I know I’m not the best with her.”

“It’s okay, you’ll learn.” Y/n smiled giving him a little kiss,

“I guess I will,” he nodded, “I have to be around for my little Nori.” He cooed giving her another kiss, “I’m sure I’ll learn with Lillian.”

Y/n nodded and grabbed a bottle from the kitchen, Malcolm went to take it to feed Eleanor but Y/n took her instead and gave him a slight glare as Lillian returned,

He nodded and did his best to talk with her, “So? What’s been your favourite present Lil?”

“Mama got me a horsey!” She smiled showing off her hobby horse,

“Oohh that’s very nice, does he have a name?”

“I’m gonna call him chocolate.” She smiled galloping around the living room,

“That’s a nice name for him,” he nodded,

She galloped around the tree making a show off pulling her hobby horse to stop and grabbing a rather sweetly wrapped present from under the tree bringing it over and offering it to him,

“Oh, you want to help opening it Lil?”

“No, It’s for you Daddy Malcolm,” she smiled,

“Fo- for me?” He asked, “That’s your silly mama I told her not to get anything for me.” He chuckled at Y/n but she didn’t reply still feeding Eleanor,

“No,” Lillian laughed, “I made it for you!”

“You- You did?” He asked, “You made something… for me Lil?”

She nodded excitedly, “Open it! Open it!”

“Alright,” he chuckled opening up the small present to reveal a small but cute little woven bracelet of black cord with a few star beads, “Aww you made this for me?”

She nodded, “Do you like it?!”

“It’s lovely, thank you very much Lil.”

She happily went back to her horse galloping around the living room again,

Y/n finished up feeding and burping Eleanor sitting her back with her toys, “She was so insistent on making you something,” She laughed, “You don’t have to-” She began going to take the bracelet,

But Malcolm immediately flinched away pulling it close to his chest, “Mine.” he snapped,

Y/n raised her eyebrows giving him a look,

“Not like I like it or anything.” He shrugged clearly faking it as he tied the bracelet on tightly,

“Sure you don’t.” Y/n chuckled laying her head on his shoulder, so he wrapped his arm around her kissing her head, “Do I get a present?”

“You do…” He nodded, “When the girls go to sleep.” he winked,

[the-fiction-witch]

Thank You

Media - Nanny Mcphee Character - Simon Brown (Age Up) Couple - Simon X Reader Reader - Y/n (Wife) Rating - 12 Word Count - 2606

Fictional Advent Day Seventeen

Simon sat in his office, clacking away on his typewriter, deep in thought as he had been for a few hours. The fire burned brightly, casting a warm glow despite the snow gently fluttering to the ground beyond his windows. The room was silent and dim, illuminated only by the firelight. The ticking clock and the sound of his typewriter keys were the only noises, aside from the soft rustling of the snow outside. On the office couch lay a blanket, remnants of many nights spent sleeping in his office, as he often tried to climb the stairs to bed, only to wake and return to his work once more.

Simon failed to notice as the door to his office slowly creaked open. His wife Y/n carried a candle with her as she slowly stepped into the room doing her best not to spook him, "Simon?"

Simon flinched at the sound of his name and immediately turned around quickly to see his wife, "oh, my dear, it's just you…" he softly spoke and he smiled at the sight of her,

"Are you coming?" She asked softly "I know they'd like it if you joined them?" She offered gently her tone hopeful but not very much,

Simon frowned slightly and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a quiet groan, the temptation was strong but his work called out to him as well. His expression softened at the thought of his children's smiles but his brow furrowed once more, "I have work to do, my dear."

Y/n nodded a little saddened but she didn't want to force him, "Of course, it's alright. I'll help them," she said turning to head back through the house,

Simon let out a quiet sigh and watched as Y/n left his office, the silence returning. Simon watched the fireplace for a while before letting out a quiet groan, "Damn it" he mumbled to himself and got up. He headed through the dark, cold house, the shadow of snow falling on all the windows. He soon arrived at the beautifully decorated living room.

The fire roaring and roasting chestnuts, and colourful handmade decorations hung about the place. The large Christmas tree covered in flickering candles, the scent of pine and cinnamon in the air. Gifts already laid perfectly wrapped with large bows under the Christmas tree. The Piano sat lined with little wooden Christmas figures. Y/n stood helping their eldest son Simon Jr with the fire. The Twins Harriet and Harry sat on the sofa cracking nuts, Martin, Peter and Florence all sat at the table icing the Christmas cookies they baked earlier with Y/n And young Celia sat on the floor playing with her ballerina doll.

Simon leaned on the doorframe watching his family for a moment, his work was important to him but he couldn't help feeling some guilt at his constant absence. It was always y/n who seemed to look after the children. Simon sighed quietly to himself before stepping into the room, his footsteps a soft pat as his dress shoes hit the floorboards with each step.

"Daddy!" Many screamed and all immediately bolted to hug him. Even little Celia began to crawl over,

Simon smiled as he was immediately bombarded by the hugs, he knelt down and held his arms out to hug them all. He gave each child a tight hug with a smile before picking up little Celia, holding her gently with a soft smile, "you are all energetic tonight" he said,

the children all tried to talk to him at once telling him how excited they were for Christmas tomorrow, but Y/n ushered them all back to their work.

Simon watched as Y/n ushered them back to finish their preparations, so he walked over and sat in his chair by the fire as he watched his family. Simon couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of contentment, his tiredness from staying up all night the night before and writing now finally kicking in as he leaned back in his chair and watched.

"Now remember everyone gets to pick their favourite cookie for Santa Claus," Y/n told them as she brought out the silver plate letting each child pick the favourite of the cookies they'd decorated to add to the plate. "And remember how many carrots we need?" She asked them,

“You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen! Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen!” They all sang picking out all the carrots they would need to leave out,

“And one more?” Y/n cooed,

“Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer!”

Simon couldn't help but smile,

"Who gets to put it out this year mama?" Florence asked hopefully,

"Well... I think Daddy should get to put the tray out for Santa Claus this year." Y/n smiled happy to use the opportunity Simon was here to get him involved,

Simon had been almost drifting off to sleep before his ears picked up at y/n’s voice, his head snapping up as he was shocked by the request, his eyes moved to his children, seeing the excited expressions on their faces. Simon opened his mouth to speak but closed it unsure of what to say,

But the children all rushed over excitedly trying to get him to stand,

Simon was somewhat helpless against his children's excitement, he was immediately pulled from his chair by them, stumbling as he stood up, "oh! Alright alright" he said with a quiet groan as he walked over to the tray,

Y/n happily handed the tray of cookies and carrots over to him, "Table beside the fireplace." She whispered,

Simon nodded and took the tray of cookies and carrots from y/n, carefully walking over to the fireplace and kneeling down, placing the tray next to the fireplace "There. is that enough?" he asked, giving his wife a pleading look.

the children all agreed happily.

"Alright, cookies are out you all know what that means. Santa will be on his way soon so off to bed you lot." Y/n told them all ushering them all upstairs,

"Daddy? Do you think Santa Claus will like the cookies we baked him?" Peter asked hopefully his blonde hair in his eyes,

"Tou all did wonderfully on the cookies, I'm sure Santa will love them," he reassured Peter with a soft smile, running his hand through the young boy's hair, “Go on, up to bed now.”

Peter happily ran off with his siblings so Y/n smiled and offered her hand to Simon,

Simon hesitated for a moment before taking Y/n's hand, he simply nodded,

Y/n smiled and happily led Simon up to the children's room. The large room was once where Simon and his siblings slept but is now the home for his children. Y/n helped them all change into their PJs and tucked each child in with blankets, stuffies and kisses. And let each child hang their stocking on the end of their bed ready to be filled by 'Santa' or well Y/n once they go to sleep,

Simon smiled and helped Y/n tuck the children into bed, he said goodnight to each child and kissed each of them as they all settled into bed. Simon gently closed the door with y/n and let out a tired sigh, leaning against the door as his exhaustion caught up to him at last "That was tiring"

"it can be. We have alot of children." Y/n whispered as she went down to the living room tossing a few more logs on the fire as Simon sat down in his chair with a groan.

"That's true. Maybe we have too many" Simon said, letting out a soft chuckle, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, his hands in his lap, playing with his wedding ring.

Y/n nodded and took a seat on her piano bench. "Perhaps. But I love them dearly." She smiled as she began to gently play Silent Night.

"I do too" Simon murmured, hearing the piano immediately caught Simon's attention and he watched her playing with a soft gentle expression, it had been a while since she had played and even longer since Simon sat to hear it, it was a very calming sound for Simon as he sat there and listened, his hands still playing with his wedding ring.

"You’re fiddling with it alot." She spoke up as she plaid,

Simon slowly lifted his head and blinked, not even realising he had been fiddling with his wedding ring. "Huh? Oh. Yeah" Simon replied,

"Sometimes I fear you don't like wearing it." She admitted,

Simon was somewhat surprised by the admission, raising his head slightly, his hands stopped moving "Wait wait, why do you think that?" Simon asked,

"You’re rarely home Simon. And when you are you're sealed away in your office. The children barely see you. I can't even remember the last time you shared our bed..." She explained, "I know you’re busy, and I'm thankful for the life we have, perhaps I'm simply selfish wishing we had more of these moments with you. I can't help... Fearing if you regret it. This life. Our children. Me..."

Simon was somewhat dumbfounded and surprised by Y/n's admission, he slowly walked over and leaned on the piano, his expression somewhat guilt-filled "I do love wearing my ring. I don't regret this life at all, and I would never dream of regretting, not loving you or our children" He spoke quietly, and he took her hand. "I do wish I could spend more time with you all. I'm always busy with work. But you and the children are always on my mind." He sighed and ran his thumbs over the back of her hand, thinking about how to say his next words without upsetting her, "I hate how busy I am and how it's taking so much time... I want to spend more time with everyone," He looked down, feeling like that was simply an excuse, Simon sighed, "I'm sorry"

Y/n softly smiled and pulled his hand so he could sit on the piano bench beside her, guiding his hand to help her play the song. Something they used to do when they first started courting

Simon hesitantly sat on the piano bench beside his wife, feeling somewhat awkward, but he got immediately into the feel of it, following Y/n and playing beside her as they used to years before, hearing her soft voice and the words made him somewhat melancholy, a small pang of guilt in his chest,

"I know you want to. And you're forgiven. I know we couldn't have the life we do if you didn't. I know the children are thankful for all they have, as am I. But... It is these moments they… and I miss you the most. Family moments, the little things. The children won't remember the random days you missed here and there. But... I know they'll remember the Christmas their father put out the cookies and helped them into bed."

"I'll make more time. I don't wish for the children to grow up barely knowing me," Simon said quietly, his hands moving on the piano keys, playing gently.

"Thank you." Y/n smiled happy even for just the promise he would. Kissing his cheek as she plays.

He closed his eyes for a moment as she kissed his cheek, he felt guilty. "Can I make a promise?" Simon asked opening his eyes, his voice was soft and his gaze was gentle while he watched the piano keys as his hands moved with hers,

"I'd like that." She nodded,

Simon took a moment to speak, playing gently with her as he gathered his thoughts "From now on. I'll make more time. Especially for you and the children. If I am available. I'll help and join in, just like tonight... I also want more time with you. I miss you." Simon said, his tone somewhat guilt-ridden but determined to keep this promise to her,

Y/n smiled "Thank you, Simon. I know the children miss you too." She cooed "As do I."

Simon softened slightly as he continued playing with her. He missed doing this, he missed spending time with Y/n and his family, he hated how distracted and caught up in work he had become. But he was determined to fix it, "I promise I will spend more time. Especially with you" Simon said,

Y/n nodded laying her head on his shoulder as they finished the song,

His hands stopped moving, he felt Y/n lay her head on his shoulder and he closed his eyes. His tiredness was catching up to him, He missed this, he missed the sweet moments like this when he could just forget about work and just spend time with his wife and family, not worrying about anything.

"How about tonight..." She cooed, "We set up for tomorrow morning. You actually come up and sleep on our bed rather than your tatty office couch. Cuddle up all cosy until the children come running in to wake us up. And we can all sit and open presents together with some hot chocolate. And sit down together as a family for Christmas dinner?"

Simon softened as she spoke, he had missed this so much, the intimacy and sweetness he had missed. He had missed falling asleep beside her while holding her close. He was tired and her soft words were tempting, it didn't take much to convince him "Sounds wonderful" Simon murmured, sounding half asleep already, and he truly would be if he tried to stay up any longer.

Y/n nodded and took his hand helping Simon get to his feet and do all the little jobs they had to do. And they did all of it together. Setting up the living room with more gifts and treats. Making it look like Santa has been with the carrots and cookies. Sneaking little gifts into their stockings as they slept.

Simon followed her lead, he hadn't spent this long with his wife in a while and he felt somewhat content, enjoying spending time with her, even something as simple as preparing the room for the children on Christmas morning was relaxing and lovely. He was happy that his family could have the moments together that they should have.

Simon got into bed beside Y/n, laying beside her as it had already been so long. He shifted into bed and immediately pulled her close, holding her close to him as he buried his face in her hair, murmuring into her hair as he wrapped his arms around her,

Y/n softly giggled "What was that?"

Simon moved his head out of her hair and let out a soft yawn. "I missed this, I missed holding you" He murmured softly, his eyes already wanting to close and wanting to fall asleep with his wonderful wife held in his arms

"I missed you too." She smiled, "I can barely remember the last time we were both in bed... I think... It was probably when you gave me Celia." She laughed

Simon sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing her hand absentmindedly, and letting out a quiet chuckle at her comment "It's rather depressing that the last time was to get you pregnant with our daughter"

"Well. You’re here now. That's what matters"

Simon let out a soft chuckle and nodded, agreeing with her, it didn't matter how long it had been. He was here now sharing this intimate moment with her, "You're right" Simon murmured quietly. He pulled her closer to him and buried his face back in her hair

"goodnight Simon." She cooed giving him a tender kiss, "and merry Christmas"

Simon closed his eyes, "Merry Christmas" Simon's voice was soft and full of affection,

"love you" she whispered

"Love you too" Simon mumbled in response. He held her close and felt himself relax properly, letting himself fall asleep beside her with his arms wrapped gently around her, 

[the-fiction-witch]

Snowed In

Media - Slaughter House Rulez Character - Willoughby Blake Couple - Willoughby X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 18+ Mentions of drugs / mentions of drug use / fondling Word Count -735

Fictional Advent Day Sixteen

Willoughby sat in his dorm room lying on the small leather sofa that had taken the place of his ex-roommate's desk since he moved out. His heavy headphones over his ears as he occasionally pulls the cigarette back to his lips listening to his record spin for the tenth time today. Enjoying a world of his own for an infinite time. His last class of the term was long over and enjoying the relaxing knowledge he had a whole three weeks with no Cleg, No classes and no bullshit over the Christmas break. As Sparta emptied for the holidays.

Suddenly Y/n opened his dorm room door without even knocking, in her uniform still from the end of classes today.

He jumped slightly at her sudden unexpected arrival,

She took his cigarette from him and laid down on top of him, her arms wrapping around his torso and her head on his chest,

Willoughby glanced down at y/n with a gentle chuckle in his throat, of course, he didn’t want to move her but he wanted to tease her, so he waited for her to take a drag before he took his cigarette back. He took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke out towards the ceiling. “Mind giving me some space for a bit? I'm kinda in the middle of something here.” Willoughby smirked,

"shut up Willoughby." she snapped back, taking another drag herself. "I can't believe we are stuck in this damn dump!"

Willoughby raised an eyebrow at Y/n's outburst. He knew they were both staying in the dorms over the holiday break but he imagined an awful lot of sneaking into town for snacks, getting drunk in town and potential dorm room make-out sessions. “The dorms aren't so bad. It's just for a couple of weeks,” He took another drag from his cigarette, blowing the smoke out slowly. “Besides, it's not like we're stuck here all the time. We can go into town whenever we want, I'm sure I can find something to do to pass the time.” Willoughby smirked,

Y/n rasied an eyebrow. "Willoughby, how long have you been in here doing drugs and records?"

“Like… since classes ended.” He answered, “And it’s just a little bit of weed, and some good ole' classic rock n' roll. It's like the perfect combination, isn't it?”

Y/n got to her feet cocking her hip to the side as she yanked on the string of his blind opening it up to reveal the large slaughter campus and the even larger amount of snow that had flurried in since the end of classes. The paths and driveways around campus were piled high with snow and likely thick layers of ice below them. It had been snowing all week but the intense storm that now loomed over them meant one thing and one thing for sure. "We're stuck here over the holiday break, becuase we're snowed in dumbass."

Willoughby removed his headphones, leaning forward on the sofa his eyes ever widening and his jaw falling loose. “Ohh.. I didn't realize it had snowed that much.” He gasped, “We… we…”

“We’re snowed in.” She told him again,

“What are we gonna do!” He yelped, “We need to eat! Drink! Power! Shower! Heat!”

“Will, it’s slaughter dorms. Not camping in Antarctica.” She laughed taking his hands to calm him down,

“But what will we do if-” He began to panic once more,

So Y/n rolled her eyes and put his hands on her boobs which immediately calmed him as they always did allowing him to squeeze her like a stress ball to help him calm down. “Slaughter has four separate backup generators for power, we will have electricity. The kitchen is on gas. As does the heating and water. And the school fridges have enough food and water to feed four hundred kids with leftovers. We will be fine.”

“Yeah… I guess so.” he nodded taking his hands away, “What about us? We’re gonna be bored out of our minds snowed in the dorm the whole three weeks.”

“Really? You can’t think of anything we’ll do locked in the dorm room for three weeks?” she smirked,

“…Good point,” he smirked, pulling her close. “So? Shall we go to the kitchens and get a tone of snacks and get super drunk and watch the muppets christmas carol?”

“Race ya.” She smirked bolting out his room,

And Willoughby put the cigarette out and bolted out after her.

[the-fiction-witch]

The Whole Empire

Media - The Last Legion (Alternate) Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up) Couple - Romulus X Reader Reader - (Foreign Princess)Y/n Rating - 15 Word Count - 2222

Fictional Advent Day Fifteen

Romulus stretched sleepily, a soft yawn escaping his lips as he blinked against the gentle light filtering in through his frosted window. The remnants of sleep clung to him like a warm blanket, making it all the more tempting to nestle deeper into his plush pillow. Outside, an unusual snowstorm had blanketed the city of Rome, transforming it into a picturesque winter wonderland with a delicate layer of white dusting rooftops and cobblestone streets.

Reluctantly, he peeled himself away from the inviting warmth of his bed, where he had cocooned himself snugly in silky sheets that felt like a soothing embrace against the chill. The hypnotic crackling of the fire in the hearth punctuated the quiet of the morning, sending flickering shadows dancing across the walls. With a satisfied sigh, he wrapped his arms tighter around himself, wishing he could linger in the comfort of his cocoon just a little bit longer, but knowing that the wonders of the snowy day awaited him outside.

The heavy door to his chambers creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior as a stream of servants filed in, bustling with purpose. Their soft whispers filled the air, mingling with the faint scent of polished wood and candle wax. Following closely behind them was his advisor, a tall figure with a furrowed brow and an air of urgency. The advisor’s eyes scanned the room, assessing the atmosphere before stepping forward to the foot of the bed.

“Blessed Morn, Your Grace.” he bowed, “And Happy Saturnalia.”

Romulus slowly pushed himself up and rubbed his eyes, “Happy Saturnalia.” He yawned, cracking his back with a large stretch. “What’s going on today?”

“As always it is a day of merriment and -”

“Simple terms.” Romulus sighed, “Simple terms, I am not awake enough for a silique,”

“The kitchens are preparing the feast for all the palace staff. As well as the separate feast you requested for yourself and the Princess Y/n in the library.”

Romulus hummed in delight to hear he had such an enjoyable day ahead of him, “Perfect,” He tossed the covers away and climbed out of his bed letting the servants clean and dress him as usual, “Not the white today, I think… the red.” He told them,

The servants nodded and fetched him some different robes for the day,

“Is there anything you would like brought to the library?” The advisor asked,

“Just our feast, and her present of course.” Romulus chuckled fixing his hair a little, “Other than that. I wish not to be interrupted, save the palace being on fire. I wish to spend my Saturnalia with the princess, without interruption. She’s only visiting a few more weeks, I’d like to spend some quality time with her.”

“Yes, your grace.” The advisor nodded even if he gave romulus a slight side eye at the mention of ‘Quality time’ with the princess, as it was an open secret among staff and councillors what Romulus had been planning.

Romulus didn’t brother question the glace and instead finished up and headed through the palace to the library, “Off you go, Enjoy the holiday.” He told the servants,

Who nodded and happily went on their way to enjoy the feast and festivities,

Romulus paused to adjust his hair, ensuring every strand was in place, before stepping into the inviting warmth of the library. As he pushed open the heavy wooden door, he was greeted by the sight of towering shelves that were crammed with an eclectic assortment of scrolls and leather-bound books, their spines glistening in the soft light. The curtains were pulled wide apart, allowing the bright winter sun to stream in and illuminate the room while casting gentle shadows on the freshly fallen snow outside, which blanketed the ground in a pristine layer of white.

The cheerful crackle of the fire welcomed him, its flames dancing gracefully in the stone hearth, sending flickers of light across the walls. A generous stack of logs was piled beside it, promising warmth and comfort for the entire day ahead. Plush, cushioned armchairs and deep-set sofas invited relaxation, their soft upholstery upholstered in rich fabrics that complemented the overall cozy atmosphere of the room. Lush rugs, thick and warm underfoot, adorned the polished wooden floors,

At the centre of the space, a large oak table had been set up, it's surface laden with an enticing spread of wines, cheeses, fruits, and festive bread, all arranged for their own little feast. The air was thick with the mouthwatering scents of the various dishes, enticing and comforting. As Romulus surveyed the room, his eyes were drawn to the festive decorations paper stars had been artfully hung from delicate strings, sparkling with the light from the fire. One of the stars was still being carefully positioned.

Princess Y/n had embarked on a diplomatic excursion to the ancient city of Rome, accompanied by a cadre of trusted advisors who were meticulously handling the intricate business of politics. While they navigated complex negotiations behind closed doors, Y/n and Romulus dealt with public matters of state visits and lavish banquets, which fostered a bond that deepened with each visit. This particular year was especially memorable, as Y/n was immersed in the vibrant celebrations of Saturnalia. The atmosphere buzzed with joyous anticipation, and she and Romulus spent countless hours during the festivities in each other's company. Their shared moments included a poignant visit to the temple of Saturn, and even partaking in a sacrifice together.

Y/n in her long lilac gown, her hair was neatly pulled back, leaving a few delicate strands to frame her face. Standing atop a sturdy wooden ladder, she carefully arranged garlands of stars that she had crafted, hanging them gracefully from shelves. As she hummed a soft melody to herself,

Romulus smiled widely as he saw her, “Blessed Morn princess,”

“Ohh!” She gasped, Hanging the last star before she hurried down the ladder taking his hands in hers, “Blessed Morn Emperor.” She bowed,

He held her hands tightly in his own and almost chuckled unable to hold back his joy, “It looks exquisite, you have done a splendid job. Almost as gorgeous as you.”

“Thank you,” she blushed a little,

“Come, we shall enjoy the day. Together.” He smiled,

She nodded in agreement, a soft smile playing on her lips, and Romulus squeezed her hand gently, guiding her towards the grand table set for the feast. They settled into their seats, shoulder to shoulder, the warmth of their bodies contrasting with the chill of the winter air. As they indulged in the sumptuous spread before them, they frequently intertwined their fingers often rubbing their thumbs against the other hand.

Laughter bubbled between them. Time slipped away as they savoured each moment, the sun ascended from its morning peak, gradually making its descent into the late afternoon, casting long shadows across the table. The sky blushed with hues of amber and rose as the evening approached.

Outside, fluffy snowflakes danced gracefully from the heavens, blanketing the ground in a new soft, pristine layer. As darkness began to envelop the landscape, the light of the snow glimmered, reflecting the fading sunlight and the flickering flames of the roaring fire nearby. It created an enchanting glow that surrounded them, cocooning the pair in a world that felt suspended in time, filled with warmth, joy, and the promise of deeper connections yet to come.

By this point, the grand feast had dwindled to just a few leftover dishes, remnants of a once bountiful spread. The fire crackled softly, its warm glow flickering against the walls as the flames danced lower, consuming the logs that Romulus had just tossed on moments earlier. Romulus and Y/n settled onto the plush couch, which faced a large window adorned with glistening frost. They were close enough to the fire to feel its comforting heat, yet positioned perfectly to watch the enchanting spectacle outside. Through the window, snowflakes swirled softly in the night sky, their forms illuminated by the gentle light of the fire, creating a serene and magical backdrop for their moment together.

Romulus pulled a blanket over them both as he reclined his feet up on an ottoman, his arm on the back of the couch behind Y/n,

Y/n pulled her legs up onto the couch. Slowly after a while of their comfort, she laid her head gently on his shoulder.

Romulus smiled and rested his cheek against her head letting his hand absently slip down to wrap around her waist,

Y/n giggled a little and slid her hand into his as it sat in his lap their fingers intertwining once more,

“It’s beautiful,” she cooed,

“It is, rare. And beautiful. I rejoice every time I get to see it.” he cooed low enough to keep their sweet relaxation, “Just like you,”

Y/n blushed, “Like me?”

“Umm.. beautiful, rarely seen, and my heart fluttered every time I’m lucky enough to see it.”

“You’re far too sweet to me,”

“You’re far too easy to be sweet too.”

“Before I forget do you want your gift?”

“You know, you didn’t have to get me a gift Y/n. You don’t even have Saturnailia at home.”

“Of course I did, It’s Saturnalia I had to get you something.”

“That’s very kind of you,” He smiled,

Y/n jumped up from the couch and fetched a small box she had hidden away bringing it over for him,

“You’re too sweet,” He smiled, taking the box and giving it a gentle shake, “May I?”

“Of course,” She nodded,

So Romulus happily opened up the box digging through the paper to find the gift, a golden bracelet with red gems a perfectly designed item for a Roman emperor, and he lit up at the gift, “Awww! It’s beautiful!” He cooed immediately taking it and giving it a good look over,

“I had it made before we left home,”

“It’s wonderful, I shall never take it off!” He laughed happily putting it on his arm,

“You like it?”

“I adore it! Thank you very much Y/n,”

“You’re welcome,” She blushed,

“I must admit, I got you something too.”

“You didn-”

“I know. But I wanted to give you something to celebrate you visiting on Saturnalia.” He cooed getting up to fetch the gift he got for her, “Well… Technically I got you two gifts.”

“Two!?”

“Two. Just because.” He smiled as he returned handing her the wrapped package,

She blushed hard but happily opened up the package pulling out the beautiful deep purple gown, “Oooh Romulus it’s beautiful!”

“You think so?”

“I do! I love it!” She cheered giddy as she held the gown to her body, “Thank you so much Romulus,”

“You’re very welcome,” he cooed,

“It’s so lovely, but isn’t purple a royal colour in Rome?” she asked,

“Well you are a princess.” he laughed, “And well… it will sort of go with your other present,”

“Oh?”

“Y/n…” he trailed off gathering his courage, “Please do not feel you must accept this gift, but I wish to offer it and give it all the same if you are willing.” he smiled taking both her hands in his,

“What is it Romulus?”

“I would very much like to gift you, the whole empire.”

“What?!” she gasped,

“The Whole Empire, All of Rome, All of her Empire.”

“You- You can’t,”

“I can,” he nodded, “I wish to make you The Empress of Rome… My Empress.”

“Your Empress?” she blushed,

“Mhm,” he nodded, “I want to give you the whole empire, the whole world if I can. I want you to stay in Rome with me not just for royal visits but for the rest of our lives. I want you in royal colours, as my empress. I want every saturnalia by your side. I want you to marry me Y/n.”

“Oh… Romulus,” she cooed tearing up and wrapping her arms around him, “Of course I will!”

“You mean it?!”

“Of course I do! It’s the best gift I could ever get!”

“As is you accepting it,” he cooed, “Thank you so much Y/n. My sweet empress.” He smiled excitedly,

They held each other tightly sharing sweet words and tears of joy cuddling up together thrilled at their future as Emperor and Empress of Rome, as they watched the snow fall now with a deeper closeness to their cuddles.

“Romulus?” she asked looking up at him,

“Yes my Empress?” he cooed running a hand through her hair,

“I feel… sort of wrong, that I only gave you one gift and you gave me two. One of which being such a large gift.”

“You needn't worry Y/n, perhaps you can give me a nice big present next year.”

“I’m sure I will,” she blushed, “But… I’d like to give you another small gift if I may?”

“Of course you can,” He cooed,

Y/n smiled and sat up enough to press a tender kiss to his lips,

Romulus’ heart stopped but he immediately melted against her lips and kissed her back, the two sharing soft kisses until they pulled back, “Humm, Y/n…thank you, this is the best Saturnalia I’ve ever had.”

“Best Saturnalia so far,” she smiled,

He laughed, “We shall have to make next year even better then. Together.”

“Together.” She agreed.

[the-fiction-witch]

Present

Media - Doctor Who Character - The Doctor (11th) Couple - The Doctor X Reader Reader - Y/n (wife) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1156

Fictional Advent Day Fourteen

The Doctor dashed around the TARDIS control room, his blazer billowing behind him as he tinkered with the controls, adjusted settings, and rearranged various gadgets. Despite his efforts to keep himself occupied, he couldn't shake the feeling of restlessness and unease that lingered within him. It was as if he was trying to create order in the chaos of his own thoughts, but deep down, he knew it was just a temporary distraction.

His mind thought only of her. 

As if he could feel her agony going through him, 

His hearts beating anxiously out of sync with one another the longer he waited for word. 

He sighed leaning his hip against the console and rubbing his eyes, he ran a hand through his hair and tried to force away his ever-flooding concern. 

He walked, slowly through the corridors reaching their bedroom. 

The room sat as usual with the blue half-panelled walls with blue and gold striped wallpaper above, a dusty chandelier hung from above, and fireplace sat burning with a soft purple flame, the sofa sat looking over it with the blanket and pillows still draped across it. Their four-poster bed sat with half-made sheets and curtains not tied back around the posts from the nights he had spent alone. 

He sat down on the bed and ran his hand across her side imagining her body there, all its swells and divots and how his hands would glide so smoothly over them. 

He forced himself away walking deeper down the corridors.

The room itself made him feel sickly, but he couldn’t help but peak within. 

With the tall white walls and shiny white floor, the whole room smelt unnerving clean, littered with medical tools and supplies from across the galaxy but one in particular. 

A rejuvenation pod sat in the centre of the room, the white padding inside slowly being cleaned from blood by the machine itself. The screen on the side still flashed that the protocol had been stopped and the program ended without finishing it. 

The whole scene made him feel sick. 

He forced himself to walk away, and just then the phone began to ring.

So The doctor bolted back to the main console grabbed the phone and waited, the very few seconds felt like years as he waited.

“Doctor, we have an update.” The Talaxi nurse told him, 

“Just tell me.” He said sharply but immediately relented, “I…am…so sorry.” 

“You’d be surprised how often it happens, nerves are a killer to us all.” They answered, “All is well, she is fine and they are both ready to see you.” 

Immediately tears began to well up, “thank you, I’ll be there in a moment.” He swiftly hung up the phone and wiped his eyes a relief of all the fear he had built up for so long.

But he didn’t want to keep them waiting. 

The doctor dressed himself in his best suit, making sure to look his best. He made his way out of the tardis finding himself in the small cupboard, so he carefully left walking the cold silent halls, as he did his watch’s alarm sounded. 

Midnight. 

Meaning officially, it was Christmas.

He reached the room and he fixed his hair, and straightened his bow tie before he walked in and instantly he felt warm, cosy, and so full of joy, that his hearts stopped a moment before they began to race. The little room with soft sky blue walls, and a window looking out across the planet from so high in the sky. A few of the nurses still milling about inside the room. 

But there, on the bed Y/n laid. 

Her hair was a mess and her eyes were tired, but she had a glow about her. 

In her arms the sweet baby laid. 

His hearts swelled beyond anything he had ever felt, his legs refused to move even if he so desperately wanted them to. 

“Hello…” He smiled already getting choked up, 

“Hello,” she smiled weakly, “You going to come say hello?”

“I can?”

“Of course,” she nodded, 

He smiled and rushed over sitting on the bed beside her trying hard to keep the tears in his eyes from falling as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, “How are you?”

“...Merry.” She said sarcastically bringing a chuckle to them both, “I feel… Okay,”

“I’m glad,” he smiled, “I was so worried.” He admitted, 

“I know you were,” she smiled back, “But it's over now.”

“And?”

“And he’s an angel.” She gently shifted the baby in her arms so he could see him better, “Here he is, happy and healthy,” 

He began to cry, “Can I?” He begged, 

“Of course,” She chuckled gently handing the baby over to him,

He held the baby boy sweety in his arms, cradling the newborn like he was the most precious thing, and in many ways he was. 

“and he’s just like his daddy,” she told him, 

“He- He is?”

“Mhm,” 

“The first time lord, born since the war. The first time lord and human baby born for… who knows how long. Our baby. Our little boy.” He cooed fighting back his tears as he kissed the baby’s little head, 

Y/n smiled and rested her head on The Doctor’s shoulder watching the baby in his arms and of course his adorable reaction. “Our little boy,” She giggled, “for now I suppose he might change that later.”

“Timelord so have a habit of going through phases, got to try everything and see what feels best.” He nodded, “But our little boy for now, till he knows.” 

“You could have been here, you know.”

“I didn’t want to be in the way,” he admits, “You know I wouldn’t be able to sit still while you're in pain. This is the best hospital in the galaxy and I was only in the tardis just down the corridor.” 

“I know, maybe next time.”

“Next time?” He raised an eyebrow, 

“You know what I mean,” she laughed, “I am sorry to say you don’t get a present this year,” 

He smiled and gave her a soft tender kiss, “You have given me the best present I’ve ever gotten.” He gently got to his feet and soothed the little boy in his arms to let Y/n rest, and he smiled down at him muttering softly, “And you little one, Not only are you the best present I have ever received. But you are going to get all the best presents every day for the whole of your life. All the toys you can ever want. Whatever pets you desire. Give you the stars and all else. Anything in this universe you want I will get it for you. Becuase you are the most precious thing ever to exist and I will do anything for you.” He smiled,

“You’re going to spoil him,” Y/n teased, 

“Indeed I am.” he smiled, “Everyday will be christmas for you little one, I swear it.” 

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Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Viserys Targaryen Couple - Viserys X Reader Reader - Y/n (Sister & Wife) [Targaryens you know] Rating - 15 Word Count - 1468

Fictional Advent Day Thirteen

Viserys stood in the narrow alley, doing his utmost to suppress the shivers that coursed through his body. The icy rain cascaded from the ominous clouds overhead, each drop stinging like tiny needles against his skin. Clutching his sisters tightly in his arms, he drew them as close as possible, trying to shield them from the relentless chill that threatened to seep into their bones.

He had nestled himself into the recesses of the alley, seeking refuge from the merciless downpour. The dampness clung heavily to the air, and each gust of wind would cruelly sweep over him, sending waves of icy rain cascading down his back and soaking his silvery Valyrian hair. He could feel the shivering forms of his sisters pressed against him, their small frames trembling not only from the cold but also from the underlying fear that shrouded them in this dark and desolate place.

Viserys gazed down at them, determination etched onto his face. Despite the biting cold and the gloomy evening, he resolved to keep them safe and warm, drawing all the warmth of his spirit into that small, protective bubble they formed together. The world beyond the alley felt distant and menacing, but in that moment, he was all they had, and he would not falter.

“Viserys? I’m hungry.” Dany begged looking up at him with tears in her violet eyes,

“I know Dany, It’ll be alright,” Viserys muttered the shivers in his voice,

Without warning, a window situated high above them creaked open, releasing a rush of icy, murky water that plummeted downward. The frigid liquid splashed forcefully against the weathered cobblestones, sending droplets shooting in all directions. As it cascaded down, the water drenched them completely, soaking their clothes and chilling them to the bone, while the foul stench wafted up to greet their senses.

“We- we can’t stay here Viserys,” Y/n muttered,

He nodded, tightening his grip around the girls as they cautiously stepped out of the shadowy alley and into the tempestuous streets. The relentless rain lashed at them, each droplet a cold reminder of the unforgiving weather, while the biting wind threatened to sweep Dany right out of Visery's arms. Their clothes quickly soaked through, the damp fabric clinging to their skin and sending chills deep into their very bones.

As they trudged through the downpour, the distant glow of flickering flames from nearby buildings cut through the enveloping darkness, casting whimsical bands of light that danced across the wet pavement. Despite the allure of the warmth those flames promised, the harsh elements around them made it clear that shelter from the storm was desperately needed. Each step forward was a struggle against the elements, but together they forged on, determined to find refuge amidst the chaos.

Visery’s legs trembled so badly that he fell to the stone,

“Viserys!” Y/n called using all her strength to try and help her bother to his feet, “We can’t go on like this, we’ll freeze to death if we’re out here any longer.”

“Where else will we go y/n?” His tone began angry but shifted to the whines of utter desperation,

“I don’t know… but there must be something,” She whimpers the two’s eyes meeting knowing what few options they had,

When Viserys got to his feet panic rushed through him, “Dany-”

“Dany!” Y/n gasped

Viserys and Y/n hurried through the snow-laden streets, their breath visible in the frosty air as they desperately searched for their younger sister. The cold nipped at their cheeks, but their hearts raced with concern. After what felt like an eternity, they finally spotted her a tiny figure on her tiptoes, peering with wide, curious eyes into the warm glow of a window. It was a scene filled with laughter and joy, the smell of roasted meats and sweet pastries wafting through the air.

“Dany! Don’t run off like that!” Viserys exclaimed, his voice a mix of relief and exasperation. He swept her into a tight embrace, holding her close against the cold, ensuring she could feel the steady thump of his heart. Y/n quickly joined the hug, wrapping her arms around both siblings, and for a brief moment, they found solace in their warmth against the biting chill of winter.

“But Viserys… look at all that food!” Dany protested, her eyes sparkling with eagerness as she gazed back into the vibrant festivities taking place inside. The table was laden with an array of dishes, golden bread, succulent meats, and mouth-watering desserts. “Can we please ask them to share? Just a little? Pretty please?” Her voice held a desperate hope, and her small hands clasped together in a plea that made it hard to resist.

“Dany…” He trailed off,

“They won’t share with us Daenerys, come on. We need to get somewhere warmer.” Y/n told her petting her hair softly,

Viserys nodded and picked Dany up in his arms once more carrying her through the streets with Y/n at his side as they desperately looked for somewhere safe and warm.

As they walked through the dimly lit streets, they came upon a pillow house, its tattered sign swaying in the chill breeze. The air was thick with a smoky haze, and a man lingered at the entrance, his fingers deftly grasping a long, ornate pipe that curled with fragrant tendrils of smoke. They recognized him from past encounters his sharp gaze always seemed to linger on them just a moment too long, as if assessing their worth.

Despite the countless times he had approached them with his propositions, they had always managed to refuse him, their resolve unshaken. However, with each passing day, the grip of winter tightened, its icy fingers drawing closer. The biting cold weighed heavily on Viserys. The man's offers, once ignorable, now loomed larger in his mind, whispering promises of warmth and sustenance that became increasingly difficult to resist.

He saw their desperation and smirked, “Sell her-”

“No.” Viserys bit back before he could even finish, “Never.”

“Alright, One night. Fifty gold dragons for the little one.”

Viserys gritted his teeth looking down at Dany, “No.” He spat back,

“One hundred. Just for one night,”

“No! I won’t.”

“… Sixty for the taller one then,”

Viserys eyes met Y/n, they shared a look of utter hopelessness,

“It’s okay-” she began,

“No. Please… don’t do this.” He begged her,

“What other choice do we have?” she whimpered,

“Anything but this.” He told her before turning back to the man, “…One night, two hundred.”

“For her?”

“For me.”

“Viserys no!” Y/n pleaded,

Viserys pulled her closer and looked up bravely to the man, “Please.”

“Can’t do it.” He shook his head, “A silver-haired boy ain't worth much.”

“I am the blood of the dragon,”

“And as soon as a lady wants a Targaryen bastard I’ll come fetch ya.” He laughed, “Girls or hop it.”

“I’ll do it-” Y/n began,

“No!” Viserys told her, “I won’t let you, there has to be something else please.”

“…The crown.”

Both Viserys and Y/n’s blood ran cold at the word,

“No….” Viserys whimpers,

“Six hundred gold dragons,” the man offered,

“Six- Six hundred.” Viserys choked up,

“Viserys no,” she begged, but as they shared a look they knew they had no choice,

“Eight hundred.” Viserys offered,

“Sold.” The man nodded,

“O…Okay.” Viserys trembled, he could barely even move, he set Dany down and pulled the bag from his back, his hands trembled and his head ached as he pulled the crown from the bag,

“Mother’s crown.” Dany cooed,

“Eight Hundred Gold Dragons.” Viserys offered the crown,

The man nodded and fetched the money handing it to Viserys and taking their mother’s precious crown from them,

“Viserys…” Y/n whimpered as tears fell,

“Come on, we’ll find a bed for tonight.” He said,

Years later as another winter arrived,

Viserys reclined on the plush couch in Illirio’s House, a soft smile gracing his lips as the rain drummed rhythmically against the tall windows. The storm raged outside but the warmth of the crackling fire enveloped him, casting a cosy glow across the room. A thick, luxurious blanket was draped over his lap, providing additional comfort against the chill.

On the floor beside the hearth, Dany was immersed in her own world, her delicate fingers expertly manoeuvring a few colourful toys. Each movement was filled with youthful wonder as she crafted her own stories, the flickering flames reflecting in her wide, innocent eyes.

Meanwhile, Y/n his sister and wife lay nestled against Viserys, her head resting gently on his chest wrapped in mutual comfort and affection. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was a soothing lullaby, grounding her in the moment.Viserys gazed down at her, his heart swelling with love, and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.

In that silent exchange, a myriad of emotions passed between them a thousand unsaid words filled the air amidst the rain and the distant thunder, and the sanctuary of intimacy and warmth they now had together. Safe and Sound.

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Safe Place P2

Media - BBC Accused Character - Jake Murry (Age Up) Couples - Jake X Reader Reader - Y/n (Lawyer) Rating - 15 Dark! Abuse! horror! terror! trauma! Word Count - 2542

Y/n smiled and continued cleaning the kitchen but she wiped her mouth which caught his attention.

Jake returned to the living room to focus on the tree again, but he couldn't help but feel a little upset at seeing her wipe her mouth. he'd just confessed his love to her and she'd just kind of dismissed it and moved on. his mind began spiralling as he thought about how she'd reacted, worrying about what her response meant and whether she actually loved him the way he loved her or not. And her wiping his kiss only made him feel worse.

"god damn it… How. How did I get glitter in my mouth just from kissing your hand." Y/n jokingly complained,

his head perked up at her comment, and a look of surprise crossed his face. a moment later he let out a small chuckle as he realized how silly he was being. of course, it hadn't been anything more than getting glitter in her mouth. She had told him that she loved him too, hadn't she? it was in his own head he was having doubts and anxieties, it wasn't a problem on her end, "You get glitter everywhere anyway, I'd be more surprised if you didn't have it in your mouth…"

"I suppose you're right." Y/n laughed as she finished cleaning up and began to set the table with covers and kitchen roll, icing and tools so they could decorate the cookies once they cooled, "humm hello handsome fox." Y/n smiled walking past him with a big bowl of buttercream making sure not to go too close as to invade his space without asking. But she leant over and kissed his shoulder,

he smiled at her comment and the kiss, he looked over his shoulder to watch her for a few moments, taking in the sight of her. "Hi, beautiful…" he said softly, his voice held so much love in its tone, for her… he really loved her so much…

Y/n smiled setting up the table for them, "Would you like a glass of wine?" She asked making sure to be very delicate with the subject

he hummed as he thought as he hung another decoration. he looked over at her as she asked. wine, something he hadn't had in a while. part of him still told him to say no, that he wouldn't be able to handle it… but the stronger part of him that loved and trusted her told him that he would be fine, as long as he didn't have too much. so he answered her truthfully "Y-Yes, please…"

"may I have a glass of wine?" She asked gently,

he nodded as he looked at her, his gaze never leaving her as he answered. "Of course, yes, you may… Just, don't overindulge…" he then added a little jokingly

"one glass each. No more. No less." She reassured as she poured them each a glass putting the bottle away as to not cause any fears or worries

he watched her pour and put the bottle away. he felt some nervousness and fear bubble in his gut, but he pushed it down. he trusted her. he knew she wouldn't give him more than what he could handle. he let out a small hum "O-Okay… One glass each…"

once the cookies were all finished and cooled she set them on the table with their glasses and pulled out the chair for him. Making the space open and welcoming so he could sit with her if he wanted too.

Jake was just about finished with adding the last few decorations he had and he smiled softly at the sight of the laid out cookies and the glasses on the table. it all looked so nice and cozy, he loved it. he hummed and he glanced from the scene over to her, noticing she was holding out a chair for him, she was giving him space to sit with her at the table if he wanted to, and of course, he did. his heart fluttered as he smiled and he made his way over to her and sat down at the table

"Hello little fox." She cooed "I'll let you pick the first cookie."

he hummed happily his chest fluttering a bit, he loved it when she called him names. he glanced at all the cookies laid out on the table, looking at the different shapes, colours and sizes. he was like a kid in a candy store, or in this case, cookie store "So… I-I can pick whichever one I want…?"

"whichever ones you want to decorate."

he looks down at all the cookies laid out before them, there were so many. there were some star-shaped ones, some with intricate little designs on them, and just plain simple ones. he didn't know which one he could-… he couldn't make up his mind. too many options left him a nervous messl "I-I… they all l-look so, really n-nice. I um… I-I don't know what to pick…"

"Here, how about we both start with a star first okay?" She smiled setting a star cookie on his plate "Whatever colours or decorations, tools anything you'd like to use go on ahead, no need to ask just use whatever you like."

he hummed, nodding as he watched her select a star cookie for him and put it on his plate. his eyes darted around the tools laid out in front of him. he wanted to use all of them… they all looked so pretty and he wanted to use them all. he just wanted to play. it was so childish, but that only encouraged him more. he wanted to have fun and be happy like a kid, "O-Okay, um… m-more than… m-more than one, r-right…?"

"Anything you want little fox." She cooed kissing his cheek "we can decorate as many as you want to. Well as many as I don't eat anyway." She laughed having herself a snack on a broken Christmas tree-shaped cookie

at first, he was so focused on all the decorating stuff that he almost didn't notice her kiss, but as her lips left his cheek, he couldn't help but let a tiny shiver go down his spine and his heart flutter in his chest. the feeling of her affection made him tingle all over and he sat up a little straighter in his chair. he hummed softly at her words and he looked at the broken tree she was eating, he found it cute how silly she was being "Okay… okay, y-yeah! I'm gonna make s-so many…"

"you enjoy it Jakie." Y/n smiled giving his hand a little squeeze

he could practically see the encouragement, acceptance and love in her eyes, and it melted his heart. he was feeling so excited and giggly, like a child who was allowed to do whatever they wanted. he felt so free and unrestricted, and it was so nice. he smiled and he gave her hand a small squeeze back "I will, I will… um…" he said before he glanced at all the tools laid in front of him, wondering which one he should pick up first. the possibilities were endless. he picked up the piping bag filled with dark blue icing and he started working on decorating the star, creating a soft, swirling pattern in the icing, and he also used some snowflake sprinkles to add some sparkle to it. he added a few different colours like white and silver to the rest and then added a few more sprinkles. once he was done he sat back and he looked at his work, smiling in satisfaction "H-How does it look…?"

"ooooohh like a stary winter sky on the star." Y/n cooed "Very beautiful"

the praise from her made his heart flutter once more, and his smile widened at the words of approval. he sat up a bit in pride and he put the piping bag down, he was loving this already "T-Thank you."

he said softly as his eyes darted around the table, looking at all the other tools and icing colours. trying to figure out what to do next,

Jake and Y/n worked for a good hour decorating cookies of all shapes. Snacking as they go.

Jake worked on a little gingerbread lady, trying to make it look like Y/n giving it her hair and her dress. Jake was having so much fun decorating the cookies. he was laughing and giggling and talking to her, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so at ease and carefree while doing something. he was putting all his focus and effort into making the ginger bread woman look like her. his hand was shaky a few times, but with every mistake he'd simply correct it. and after a while, he finally finished and smiled at his work, lifting the cookie up "Y/n, c-come look at th-this one…"

"awwww is that me?"

he hummed and gave a little nod, a shy yet proud smile on his face "Y-Yeah, it is…" he was nervous, she'd either love it, or think it looked stupid. he worried she'd think the latter. but at the same time, he was really excited to show it to her, and he wanted to see her reaction

"I think you made me too pretty." she laughed "thank you very much Jake." She smiled giving his nose a kiss "that's very sweet, well now I have to make you." She smiled grabbing herself a gingerbread man and starting to make it look like him

he was about to protest when she said he made her too pretty, but the kiss on the nose shut him up pretty quickly. his heart fluttered, and he sat back as he watched her work on a gingerbread man version of himself. his cheeks tinged pink and he hummed "You don't… r-really h-have to, y'know…" he said sheepishly

"I have to, I don't want little gingerbread me to be lonely. She needs a little gingerbread you." She laughed

he couldn't help but smile and chuckle, he was feeling so giddy and joyful. she made a good point, she definitely needed a little gingerbread him to look after her. he sat back and watched her work, he was so excited to see what she'd make. would it look like him at all, or would she make some ridiculous thing

"Here we are. a little gingerbread Jake." She smiled showing off her cookie. She'd managed to get his perfect shade of blonde in the icing, given it his jeans even including the ripped knee on one side. And the stripes of his plaid shirt.

he leaned over and he looked at the cookie, admiring the details of it. she had, in fact, made a really good gingerbread version of him. the details were spot on, the colouring was spot on. she'd made him look so accurate. he was so impressed by her work, and he was also a bit flustered that she'd even made it in the first place "I-It looks so… it looks so n-nice…" he said quietly, giving her a shy smile

she smiled and put the cookies next to each other letting the gingerbread hold hands together "there we are now they can be in love too."

he blushed when she had them holding hands, but at the same time, it was so cute that he couldn't help but let it be. he chuckled softly at her words "I suppose they are…" he mumbled and hummed in response, before he looked at her and smirked ever so slightly "But what about u-us…?"

"oh?" She asked

he shrugged, but the smirk on his face widened. he was being cheeky on purpose, trying to see her reaction. he hummed, feigning innocence for as long as he could, before he finally spoke up, his voice quiet and soft as he did "Shouldn't we be in… l-love too…?"

she chuckled "I suppose we should." She smiled taking his hand so they held hands like the cookies

Jake smiled a little wider when she took his hand. he hummed, content. the feeling of her hand in his was just so perfect, her skin was so soft and gentle. he felt safe and reassured. he gave her hand a tight squeeze as he looked at the cookies, their hands joined together. he looked back at her and smiled softly again "Just like the cookies, r-right…?"

"exactly." She smiled kissing his hand

when her lips touched his hand, he got a shiver through his body. the sensation was so soft and gentle, and it just made his heart flutter. he hummed softly, still holding her hand for a few moments, when he suddenly had a thought. a thought that made him smirk once more "Can I ask you something…?"

"yes Jakie?" Y/n asked"

Jake hummed, his smirk slowly widening as he looked down for a second, a little sheepish at what he was about to ask her. he looked back up at her though, still holding her hand "Just… just wondering. Y-You're my… my girlfriend f-for Christmas, right…?"

"if you'd like me to be"

Jake hummed and nodded, his smile widening more, and he squeezed her hand a tad tighter, almost like he was trying to reassure himself that she wasn't going anywhere "I'd… I'd love that… I'd l-love for you to be my… my girlfriend…"

"and for after Christmas too?"

he nodded immediately, and a small, shy smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he looked at her with a soft look in his eyes. his cheeks turned pink, but he was really excited and happy. "Of course… for after… f-for after Christmas as well…!"

"Good, then it's decided." She smiled kissing his forehead

he smiled widely as she kissed his forehead, a soft hum leaving him as she did. he felt warm and tingly wherever her lips made contact with his skin, and he could already tell her kisses were going to be one of his most favorite things in the whole world. he hummed, and he gave her hand another squeeze "Great… it's a-all settled then…"

Y/n nodded and kissed his head again "hey? How about we make our little gingerbreads a little house to live in?"

he hummed again, loving the feeling of her kisses. it was so nice and affectionate, he never wanted it to stop. he nodded when she asked about making a house for the gingerbread cookies. the idea sounded cute and it sounded fun, so he immediately was on board with i "Yes! Yes, let's… let's make them a little house…"

Y/n began to help set up to build a nice gingerbread house. She let Jake get started with the structure as the phone began. Y/n has set the phone up not to ring but to slowly light up and gradually vibrate when it rang as to not spook Jake. So when she saw it she kissed his temple and got up from her seat to answer it.

Jake got started on the structure of the house, his focus on the task at hand. he hummed as he began to arrange and place the cookie pieces, trying to get them to stay together in the right way so when his girlfriend got up from her seat and kissed his temple, his focus was broken, and he glanced over at her. he watched as she made her way over to the phone, and he had to admit, he was curious to see who was calling.

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House Of Christmas P3

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Jacaerys Velaryon Couple - None Reader - None Rating - 12 Word Count - 1170

Fictional Advent Day Tweleve

Jace hesitated, lingering at a distance as he observed the complete chaos unfolding before him. He couldn't help but entertain the faint hope that by keeping his distance, any casual observers might assume he wasn't associated with the tumult. His gaze swept over the scene as his family emerged from their vehicles, amid a cacophony of shouts and wails from unhappy babies. Each person appeared to be as discontented as possible as they ventured out into the snow.

The family trudged through the thick snow toward the inviting green door, eager to escape the biting cold. As they entered the house, they were greeted by an insane scene. Viserys and Otto sat comfortably in their chairs. Heleana stood by the window, her gaze fixed outside as Aemond sat beside her. Aegon and Daeron perched on the staircase, with Gwayne casually leaning against it. Alicent, elegant in her dress, stood poised and ready to welcome them. Harwin and Daemon burst through the door, still engrossed in a lively debate, while the spirited twins, Beala and Rheana, hurried in right after, immediately seeking out Heleana to continue a conversation they had likely been engrossed in during the journey. Leana followed closely behind, her belly swollen with pregnancy. Meanwhile, Luke assisted Rhaynera in bringing in all the necessities for baby Aegon, Viserys and still toddler Joffery.

Jace lingered at the threshold, taking in the chaos of greetings, shouting, and festive revelry.

“You certainly took your time arriving,” Alicent said,

“The roads were hardly our fault,” Rhyanera replied as she slipped off her coat revealing the skin-tight red dress.

Earring a wolf whistle from both Harwin and Daemon,

Gwayne raised an eyebrow at Rhaynera's choice. Daemon's and Harwin's appreciative catcalls earned them scathing glares from not only Viserys but also Leana and the ever-observant Alicent.

Jace stood awkwardly in the background, observing the unfolding scene of family dynamics.

“Nevertheless you're here now.” Alicent sighed directing everyone to their rooms,

“Dibs on the beds!” Luke exclaimed, racing into the room. He leapt onto one of the double beds, bouncing slightly on the soft mattress as a wide grin spread across his face.

“It’s our house, so it’s only fair that Aemond and I get the beds,” Aemond argued, crossing his arms defiantly. He glanced at the other boys, his brow furrowing with determination.

“Yes, but we are your guests and that should count for something,” Jacaerys countered, raising an eyebrow as he stepped closer to the bed where Luke was now sprawled out comfortably.

“Honestly, I don’t want to share a bed with any of you guys,” Aegon chimed in,

“Okay, let’s settle this diplomatically,” Jacaerys sighed, rolling his eyes slightly. He took a moment, gathering his thoughts before he continued, “How about we take a vote? All in favour of Luke and me getting the beds while Aemond and Aegon sleep on the floor?”

With a sense of camaraderie, both Jace and Luke raised their hands eagerly,

“And all in favour of us receiving the beds while the strong boys take on the floor?” Aemond posed the question, his voice tinged with mock seriousness.

Both Aegon and Aemond eagerly raised their hands,

“Stalemate, then. Daeron? What’s your vote?” Aegon redirected the inquiry, scanning the room for his brother. “...Daeron… where the hell did you—Ah!”

“I literally haven’t moved,” Daeron replied with a weary sigh, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed.

Luke chuckled, shaking his head. “I swear you must have some sort of invisibility cloak that we’re unaware of.”

“If I did, I certainly wouldn’t be sharing that secret with you,” Daeron quipped back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why not just divide the beds among us?”

“Share? But we’re…” Aegon’s voice trailed off, uncertainty creeping in as he glanced at his brothers.

A moment of silence hung in the air, and a look of shared confusion passed between them, each searching for the right words.

“...Related?” Jacaerys finally suggested,

Daeron rolled his eyes dramatically. “Aemond and Aegon have one bed, while Lucerys and Jacaerys claim the other.” He gestured toward the respective beds, his tone both sarcastic and resigned.

“What about you?” Aemond asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

“I’d be more than happy to take the sofa if it means you all will just zip it,” Daeron replied, exhaling heavily as he slumped against the wall.

“Fine,” Jacaerys nodded in agreement, the decision finally reaching a reluctant conclusion among them all.

Once the room was meticulously unpacked, Jacaerys and lucerys quietly tiptoed downstairs, his eyes scanning the well-stocked kitchen for snacks to stash away in the bedroom. Thy hoped to grab a handful of treats without arousing suspicion, but just as he was about to make his escape, a familiar voice rang out.

“Jace, Luke! Come help your little brothers,” Rhaynera called, her voice warm yet commanding. Young Viserys and Aegon flanked her, their cheeks rosy from the excitement. They sat at the table, which was adorned with an array of colourful decorations and an ample supply of materials for building gingerbread people and houses. Jaehaerys, Jaehaera, and Megor were already engrossed in the sugary chaos, with Alicent overseeing, though her version of help seemed more about crafting her own elaborate creations while the younger ones feasted on candy and created a delightful mess. Heleana diligently painted intricate sigils on cookies with vibrant icing, her brows furrowed in concentration.

“Actually, we were going to head upstairs for some games with Aegon and Aemond,” Jacaerys lied.

“Jace. Come on,” Rhaynera implored, a look of gentle exasperation on her face.

“Why can’t Dad help them?” Lucerys chimed in,

“Because Hawin has gone to fetch firewood,” she replied, a slight frown crossing her lips.

“Mom, can we please—” Jacaerys started, but his mother cut him off with a stern look.

“Sit,” Rhaynera commanded, her gaze firm.

“Yes, Mom,” they both replied in unison, resigning to their fate. They sat down at the table, reluctantly joining in the spirited chaos, helping the younger children with their icing and decorations.

“How sweet,” Alicent remarked with a smile,. She then excused herself, and dragged Aemond and Aegon to come down, so that she and Rhaynera could sneak off to enjoy some much-needed wine.

“Hmmm, if I take this cola bottle… and some icing… Ha!” Aegon exclaimed, a mischievous smirk spreading across his face. “I gave him a dick.”

“Hilarious, Aegon,” Aemond sighed, rolling his eyes. “Hand me exactly sixteen red M&M’s.”

“Here you go,” Luke said, a bored tone creeping into his voice.

“...These are deep pink,” Aemond replied, scrutinizing the candies.

“Dude, just take them,” Luke retorted, exasperation evident.

“Fine,” Aemond grumbled, accepting the vibrant candies.

“Jace, come on, help me with my tower,” Luke urged, his excitement palpable.

“Are you going to transform it into a horrific tragedy?” Jacaerys asked, a teasing glint in his eye.

“Of course! It’s gingerbread. It has to be horrific,” Luke replied, his imagination already running wild.

“I want no part in your attempts to scare the little ones again,” Jacaerys shook his head, determined to remain uninvolved.

“I’ll gladly take part in it,” Aegon volunteered, a devious smile creeping onto his face.

“When is dinner, anyway?” Daemon inquired from his comfortable perch on the couch, casually draped across Leana lounging beside him. 

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New Traditions

Media - MCU Character - Peter Parker Couple - Peter X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 15 Word Count - 1127

Fictional Advent Day Eleven

Peter sat inside the labs of the new base tinkering away with his glasses pressed against his nose, as he worked on his web shooters trying to recalibrate them for this new colder weather as the snow was causing a lot of issues.

As he worked however Y/n was going around the lab armed with a large box, wearing her festive jumper dress and some tinsel in her hair, she worked away placing steams of blue and silver tinsel and baubles from anything she could fit them. All the while singing to herself her voice carrying across the lab as she decorated the equipment with festive flair.

Peter looked up from his work, a hint of amusement on his face. "Hey, what's all the cheer about?" he asked, setting down his tools.

"Why do I have not to be cheerful about?" she asked, "The snow outside is pretty, the base is warm and cosy, I have the stuff to make Christmas cookies later, and I get to decorate the cute tree in the living room!" she smiled as she looped the tinsel around the doorframe,

Peter felt a little melancholy, thinking of all Y/n had lost, all she had been through and yet she was still so happy, "Y/n, you're…you're amazing," Peter said softly, looking away from her to hide the emotions welling up in his chest. He cleared his throat, trying to shake off the sombre mood that had settled over him. "But yeah, decorating the tree sounds like fun. Can I help?" Peter got up from his workbench and walked over to Y/n, trying to join in on the festive spirit.

she happily nodded grabbing his hand to drag him with her out of the lab and into the large living space of the base where the large tree had already been placed next to the holographic fireplace ready to be decorated

"Whoa, slow down," Peter chuckled, laughing as Y/n pulled him along behind her. As they entered the living area, he took in the sight of the beautifully lit tree and the crackling holographic flames dancing across the fireplace. "It looks amazing," he said, genuinely impressed.

Y/n grinned mischievously and stopped in front of the tree, turning to face him with a twinkle in her eye. "Now, let's get decorating!" Before he could react, she'd grabbed a handful of ornaments and started tossing them at him, laughing as he tried to catch them mid-air.

The two spent all afternoon decorating the tree making it look as cute and beautiful as they could together, a sweet sight of blue, silver and green. Finally, after popping the star on the tree, she jumped from the ladder into his arms,

"Woah, careful there!" Peter exclaimed, catching Y/n in mid-air and holding her close as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "I've got you," he whispered, feeling a warmth spread through his chest as he gazed into her sparkling eyes. For a moment, they just stood there, surrounded by the twinkling lights of the tree, the soft glow of the fireplace, and the quiet hum of the base's systems. It was a small, perfect moment, one that Peter savored deeply, feeling grateful for this chance to spend time with Y/n.

She smiled and with a gentle sly giggle she grabbed some mistletoe from the decoration box and held it above their heads

"Oh, Y/n!" Peter laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he realised what she was doing. But instead of pulling back, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, gentle kiss under the mistletoe. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, suspended in a moment of pure magic. As they broke apart for air, Peter's eyes locked onto Y/n's, shining bright with happiness and affection.

"Wow, I think that was the best Christmas kiss ever," Y/n whispered, her cheeks flushing pink as she set her feet on the floor and looked up at Peter with a radiant smile.

Peter's heart skipped a beat at her words, and he felt himself getting lost in those sparkling eyes. He leaned in closer, his lips inches from hers, "I think we're just getting started." Without warning, Peter swept Y/n off her feet, cradling her in his arms as he carried her towards the couch, the twinkling lights of the tree fading into the background as they disappeared into a warm, intimate darkness.

after a good while of kissing they pulled back, "Thanks for helping me Peter." she smiled as he set her down "… I… I suppose I… Kinda just miss mom and dad helping me,"

Peter's expression softened, and he reached out to gently brush a strand of hair behind Y/n's ear, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "It's okay to miss them," he said quietly, his voice filled with empathy. "I know it's hard, especially during holidays like this." He paused, collecting his thoughts before continuing, "My aunt May… she was always there for me too. But sometimes, even though they're gone, it feels like they're still with us in our hearts." Peter's eyes locked onto Y/n's, searching for connection and understanding. "We can make some new traditions together, okay?"

she nodded with a gentle smile "Yeah, new traditions. together," she smiled leaning her head on his shoulder

Peter's heart swelled with emotion as he wrapped his arm around Y/n, holding her close as she nestled her head against his shoulder. He breathed in deeply, savouring the scent of her hair and the warmth of her body pressed against his. For a moment, they just sat there, surrounded by the quiet intimacy of the afternoon, the soft glow of the tree lights casting a peaceful ambience around them. Peter's fingers absently stroked her hair, feeling a sense of calm wash over him as he held her tight. "I like that idea," he whispered softly, his lips grazing her temple. "To make new traditions… together." His voice was barely audible, but Y/n seemed to hear every word, her grip on him tightening as she leaned in closer.

she sniffled back a gentle tear before she smiled again "Come on help me put this above the doorway and see who we can get to kiss." she chuckled egarly holding the mistletoe

Peter's face lit up with a wide grin as he took the mistletoe from Y/n, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're such a troublemaker," he teased, chuckling as he followed her to the doorway. As they stood beneath the mistletoe, Peter turned to Y/n, his gaze locking onto hers with a playful glint in his eye. "I think I'm game for whatever you've got planned," he said, his voice low and husky, his lips inches from hers. With a mischievous smile, Peter leaned in, his mouth brushing against Y/n's in a soft, teasing kiss.

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Hoggsby

Media - Godless (Netflix) Character - Whitey Winn Couple - Whitey X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 956

Fictional Advent Day Ten

Whitey sat struggling to fight back his yawns, as he sat in his cosy chair in front of the Sherriff's Office, His hat pushed down his head to keep the sun from his eyes but he perked up a little as he heard a familiar voice.

"Come on Hoggsby." Y/n said as she walked down the street in her usual off-the-shoulder dress, a wooden stick in one hand and the other had a rope that was attached to a large pig, "Come on don't you dilly dally." she said,

Whitey's eyes widened slightly as he watched Y/n walk down the street, “Well, well, well... look what we got here,” Whitey said with a charming smile, standing up from his chair and walking towards Y/n. “A lovely lady and her fine porcine companion.”

"Hardly call him a companion." she laughs "Hiya Whitey,"

Whitey tipped his hat back on his head, revealing a messy patch of blonde hair underneath. “Hiya Y/n,” he said with a grin, eyeing the pig warily. “What seems to be the occasion for this... um, procession? Pig parade?”

"This is my dinner for Christmas day," she smiled, "My roasted ham to be."

Whitey's face lit up with amusement at Y/n's announcement, and he let out a low whistle.

“Well, I reckon you're fixin' to have quite the feast, ain't ya? That there's one big ol' ham.” He nodded towards the pig, his eyes sparkling with cheer. “You plannin' on roastin' him whole, or just gonna use the meat?”

"Just the meat. But he's gonna make some good dinner." she smiled, "Yes you will, Yes you will." she laughed petting the pig's head,

Whitey chuckled at Y/n's antics, feeling a warmth spread through his chest as he watched her interact with the pig. He leaned against the railing of the porch, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah, I reckon he will,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “You know, you're gonna have to give me some of that ham after Christmas Day. I'm starvin' over here for some of ya cookin’.”

"Well your welcome to join me whitey" She smiled

A sly grin spread across Whitey's face as he gazed at Y/n, “Really? I reckon I'd like that,” he drawled, pushing himself away from the railing and sauntering over to stand beside her. He reached out a hand, gently stroking the pig's soft fur as he spoke in a low, husky tone. “But don't go thinkin' you can just feed me scraps, darlin', I've got a mighty big appetite.”

"I am well aware," she laughs "Don't you worry, I'll make sure you get a nice big plate, so long as you promise to have a good bath before you come over Mr"

Whitey's face flushed a deep red as Y/n's words hung in the air, her laughter echoing through the quiet afternoon. He cleared his throat, trying to appear nonchalant despite the sudden heat rising to his cheeks. “Oh, now, I don't know about that,” he teased, But his eyes betrayed him, sparkling with amusement as he glanced at Y/n, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. He scratched the back of his neck, looking away from her piercing gaze. “I reckon I can manage a bath...if you promise me somethin' in return.”

"Oh? Go on?"

Whitey's eyes locked onto Y/n's, a mischievous glint dancing in their depths as he leaned in, his voice taking on a sultry tone. “I reckon I want a kiss under the mistletoe,” He smirked, “If you're willin' to trade a bath for a kiss, darlin', I'm more than happy to oblige.”

“Oh? From Hoggsby here?” she laughed down at the pig,

“Ya know full well I meant you darlin’”

"One kiss?"

Whitey's grin grew wider, his eyes flashing with excitement as he wrapped his arm around Y/n's waist, pulling her close. “Nope,” he whispered, his lips inches from hers. “Not just one kiss. I reckon I want a whole lot more than that.”

"How about three kisses, and I'll make you a plate of Christmas cookies for after dinner?"

Whitey's eyes lit up at the prospect of those Christmas cookies, his stomach growling in anticipation as he thought about sinking his teeth into a warm, chewy treat. “Deal!” he said quickly, extending his hand for Y/n to seal their agreement. But as soon as they shook hands, Whitey's expression turned sly, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “And I reckon I'll need a little extra incentive to make sure I behave myself,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. “So...how about you give me three kisses right here, right now?”

"As well as your Christmas kisses?"

Whitey's grin grew even wider, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah,” he said, his voice low and husky.

she rolled her eyes and gave him his kisses, pressing her lips to her and softly kissing him a good three times before she pulled back "There you go, now dinner will be ready tomorrow, you can come by as soon as you like. But remember Bath."

Whitey's face fell at the mention of bathing, his grin faltering for a moment before he recovered with a chuckle, “Aw, come on,” he said, trying to look innocent. “But I've been workin' hard out in the stables, takin' care of Ted. A little dirt ain't gonna hurt nobody.” He winked at Y/n, hoping to charm his way out of the bath requirement.

But she merely glared,

“Alright, Alright, I'll be there bright and early tomorrow mornin',” his voice took on a flirtatious tone as he added, “and I promise to bring my appetite...for more than just them Christmas cookies.”

"I'm sure you will Whitey," she chuckled giving him one more kiss before she headed on her way, "Come on then Hoggsby time to make you dinner." she said tugging the pig along with her,

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Cookies

Media - Game Of Thrones Character - Bran Stark Couple - Bran X Reader Reader - Reader Rating - 12 Word Count - 683

Fictional Advent Day Nine

Bran found himself seated in the godswood, a serene sanctuary blanketed by gently falling snow. The ancient heart tree loomed before him, its weathered face and carved features standing in silent vigilance. Draped in warm furs, Bran sat with eyes closed, the crisp air nipping at his cheeks. His chair was positioned close to the tree, allowing him to reach out and touch its gnarled trunk. Through the eyes of countless crows scattered across the vast expanse of Westeros, he observed the unfolding events with a profound sense of connection to the land.

Lillianna had been watching Bran from the warm and cosy kitchens, worrying over him as she always did. She finished up a tray of her famous cookies, carefully taking them out of the oven and letting the sweet aroma fill the room. She wrapped a few cookies in parchment paper, tying them with a ribbon, to send out across Winterfell for various people who'd asked for some of her delicious treats. However, she saved some of the freshly baked cookies, wrapping them up and tucking them into a small pouch. With a determined look on her face, she slipped on her heavy wool cloak, fastening it securely around her neck, and headed out into the serene snow-covered courtyard.

As Lillianna made her way through the softly falling snow, she couldn't help but admire the beauty of the godswood. The snow-laden branches of the ancient heart trees created a picturesque scene that never failed to captivate her. She finally stopped a respectable distance from Bran, careful not to startle him though she supposed he likely knew she was coming long before she even thought of it. "Afternoon... everything alright Bran?"

Bran's gaze drifted away from the heart tree, focusing on Y/n standing beneath the canopy of branches. “Y/n,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'm trying to remember something.” His eyes refocused on hers, searching for understanding. “A dream, perhaps. Or a memory.”

"I thought you knew everything?" she lightheartedly teased,

A faint smile touched Bran's lips, and he chuckled quietly. “No,” he said, shaking his head slightly. “There are things beyond my sight, Y/n.” he said, “The Three-Eyed Raven taught me much, but there is more to know.”

She softly nodded, "You're... not cold at all?"

Bran shrugged, his shoulders barely moving under his cloak. “Winterfell's chill doesn't affect me,” he replied matter-of-factly. “The cold can be numbing, but I've grown accustomed to it.” he told her, “Are those for me?”

"Mhm," she nodded with a warm smile, "I worried you might be cold... or hungry... or just... in need of cookies. So many troubles can't be solved with cookies don't you think?" she chuckled,

Bran's face softened, and he reached out to take the cookies from Y/n. “Some troubles can indeed be eased by cookies,” he said, his voice filled with warmth as he accepted the treat. “And I appreciate your concern.” He broke off a piece of cookie, the scent of sweet dough filling the air as he took a sizeable bite, his stomach remembering immediately how much he adored her cookies, “You're right, though,” he added, looking up at her with a serious expression. “Sometimes, it's the smallest comforts that make the greatest differences.”

"Would you like to come inside Bran? I'm about to start another batch... I promise you can lick the spoon?"

a small hit of a smile played on his lips. “That sounds like a promise worth keeping,” he said, his voice low and amused. “I'd love to help, if I may. I know… people do not like to linger about me,” He told her,

She softly smiled and came to his chair kissing his cold cheek, “I am not most people, no matter the trials and tribulations you have been through, I am as I have always been… your friend.” She smiled taking his hand and softly squeezing it,

He squeezed back and truly smiled up at her, “Thank you Lillianna…”

“You’re welcome Bran,” She smiled, “Come on let's get inside before the snow comes to burry us.” she took the handles of his chair and began to walk back inside Winterfell's kitchen,