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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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The Holiday

Part 3

Fred Weasley x fem! potter! reader

Summary: Y/n and Fred wake up after their kiss to find Harry and Y/n’s uncles have arrived

Warnings: swearing, mentions of eating, sex and food, heated makeout session, kissing, friends to lovers, James being the best dad, fluff fluff fluff

A/n: 5k words, there will be a part 4 since I fancy alot of James and reader bonding in the next one as well as Fred and the reader sneaking about x

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Fred slowly drifted from his dream, in the state of knowing he’s waking up yet he can still interact within his unconscious world. He drifted that little bit quicker as he felt you wriggling around, feeling your arms hugging him as your nose pushed into his chest.

His eyes flutter open, taking time to look around the room and let his eyes adjust, it was definitely morning, but by the blue hues it was only first light, his suspicions confirmed by the clock reading, 04:25. His head turns to you then, you were smiling in your sleep, fingers clutching the fabric of his shirt softly, your leg lazily draped over his own

He trailed the backs of his fingers over your cheek, smiling to himself as he recalls last night. If he was being honest he never thought there would be a day he could kiss you, let alone it be nothing like he imagined and yet that was the best part. He’d always imagined some huge confession followed an angry rain kiss, or perhaps a drunken kiss, maybe even some mistletoe. But the one you shared was so much better, it was sweeter than any other kiss he had shared with someone and he really could say with confidence it was the best first kiss he could have asked for

Fred shamelessly watched you sleep, soaking up every little hum, movement and slight facial expression. He pulled you into him, nuzzling his nose into your hair, smelling the same thing which freaked him out at first when he was 17, as well as the thing he always smelt when he walked by the love potion section of the shop.

“You trying to eat me?” you mumble into his chest and he can feel the smile on your face

He kisses your hair before pulling back to look at you “Maybe” he smirks

Your eyes flick up to him, seeing the mischief in his eyes “Oh no you don’t” you duck out of his arms and try to climb under the covers and out via the bottom of the bed but he’s too quick, hand wrapping around your ankle

“Freddie” you squeal

Fred just laughs at your reaction, slithering under the covers himself whilst holding you down and placing open mouth kisses your clothed and unclothed skin as if he’s taking bites

“No” you ‘try’ to escape his grasp, fits of giggles escaping you as his lips latch to your exposed shoulder and up your neck from where your shirt has slid down

“No escaping now” he taunts, half laying on top of you with a wicked grin on his face

You fake a gasp “Don’t eat me” you play cower “I’ll do anything” you announce dramatically

He runs his nose over your cheek to your ear “Anything eh?” he whispers, chuckling at your little hiccup

Fred pulls away from your face, the light peeking through the gap in your small cover cocoon, illumining yours and his faces

“Am I dreaming?” he wonders out loud, his touch softens as he runs his hand up and down your waist, thumb brushing up and over your stomach on occasion in a sweet rhythm

You shake your head “If you are I’m one incredibly realistic fantasy…although maybe I should be concerned over your cannibalistic nature” you reply with a giggle, eyes tracing over his features

He was flushed, gorgeous rosiness to his cheeks and wearing a smile that made you melt further into the mattress. His hair was messy yet he still looked so handsome, your eyes flicked down to his shirt, the material ridden up during your little squabble. You bite your lip at his stomach, faint trace of his upper abs in his relaxed state with the little pudge of fat of his stomach, and the small trail of hair leading downwards from his bellybutton

Fred more than noticed your stares as his laughs dissipated and let himself admired you as well. Your hair was loosely splayed beneath your head, face fresh from the abrupt wake, laugh lines still faintly visible even when your giggles have stopped. Fred then looked down, your shorts and shirt ridden up, leaving your midriff and upper thighs exposed to him.

It was funny, you’d both see the other in swimsuits, lesser clothes than you had on now yet everything felt so different, new. Perhaps because you were allowed to look now, the guilt of looking at your best friend and the fear of not being loved back now long gone

“You are beautiful” he says as your eyes meet “So beautiful” he gives you a warm smile

“Well I am a figment of your imagination course you’d make me pretty” you grin up at him, your hand moving to cup over his pressed into the mattress besides you

He chuckles “This can’t be dream then” he says leaning closer, causing your breath to hitch as his chest gently brushes yours

“Why not?”

“Because you were always prettier in person” he nudges his nose with yours “And you look prettier than I’ve ever seen you right now”

“Flirt” you whisper, cheeks becoming sore from how much your smiling

“Only for you little bird” his lips brush against yours, so close you can feel the vibrations of his voice

His lips capture yours softly, breaking away with each long and slow kiss as you and he close the gap between your bodies. Your hands moving under his arms, running over his back before you grip around his shoulders, pulling him down into you as your legs tangle. Fred hand trails up and down your sides, eventually moving there way all the way up to your cheek but by then you’ve broken the kiss giggling

“Love I can’t kiss you if you laugh” he chuckles pulling away from your lips “Stop”

“I’m sorry” you continue giggling, giving him a quick peck

“Then what?” he asks, maybe his hair looks funny?

“You cupped my boob…sorry” you break out in little laughs but try to supress them

Fred cheeks heat, he hoped you hadn’t noticed the small grope “I’m so sorry” he says genuinely, although your giggles gave him some solace he was still nervous he made you uncomfortable

Your giggles stop as you see his look of unease “Aww Freddie” you cup his cheeks “I’m not upset it was just funny for a second…I liked it Freddie really I did” you assure him

“Sure?” he asks, voice cuter with the squishing of his cheeks

You nod firmly with a cheeky grin, taking his hand and placing on your chest

“You’re trying so hard not to squeeze it aren’t you?”

He bites back his grin “You’re a cruel birdy” he shakes his head

“My sincerest apologies pretty autumn tree” you shine up at him and his heart flutters at the description “How can I make it up to you?” you say, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth, staring up at him with doe like eyes

Fred ponders for a moment, but you know him and he knows you do. He had something in mind the moment he woke up and never tried to go back to sleep, as well as the moment you placed his hand over your chest

“Two squeezes on both of them and you need to watch the sunrise with me” he bargains

You make it look like you were thinking it over “One small massage on both and the sunrise” you bargain back

Fred felt hot, merlin was his dreams coming true this morning

“Over or under” he plays along with the negotiation, voice deeper in order to make you crack

You do, shying away a little “One boob under or two over plus the sunrise” you say quietly, confidence slipping away

“The sunrise on its own is just fine” he says finally, loving your little pout “What’s wrong little birdy?”

“And you called me cruel” you sulk playfully before him

He chuckles, glancing down at his hand, sliding it down to your side but not without flicking his thumb over one particular area, eliciting a small erratic breath from you

“Cruel tree”

“Pretty birdy”

He kisses you then, pulling away too quickly for your liking so you chase his lips, and with that he falls deeper, granting you one last kiss before he lifts the covers and pulls you upwards. Wordlessly, he grabs a one of the blankets, tucking it under his arm and holds out the other for you to take. You grin as you wrap both of your arms around his, letting him lead you to the window seat

“Wait” you stop him, letting go of his arm and shuffling back towards the bed

Fred watches as you bend down to gather the bigger cover. He chuckles as you cutely pool the quilt into your arms, the material half engulfing you as you shuffle back to the window, insisting you don’t need help as you fold it and make a soft little bed for you both. He grins more as you walk back to get some pillows as well, placing them at the top before turning to him with a proud look

“You like it?”

He drops the blanket over the makeshift bed, his reply in the way he cups your face and kisses you firmly, licking his lips as he pulls back

“Almost as much as I like you” he says, kissing your nose, loving the little scrunch it makes

He pulls up the blinds properly, letting the sparks of first light illuminate the room fully just before it darkens again, the sun readying herself to rise. Fred opens the window, pushing it outwards to let the fresh morning air in, the slight breeze just what you needed as you could tell it was going to be another hot day

You climb up first, letting your legs hang out of the window sighing as you take in the view. The tall trees not so tall from the top floor, mountains beautifully looming in the distance, fields shining with morning dew. Your eyes drift down to the town nearby, the tippy tops of the houses and the wisps of smoke from their chimneys poking out from the surrounding woodland, causing you to smile as you remember the hunt you and Fred went on

The blanket under Fred’s arm was draped carefully around your shoulders, drawing your attention back to the boy as he takes his place next to you. You watch as he fixes his side of the blanket, a smile on his face, leg gently pressed against your own, the whole thing so natural, so domestic

Nothing had changed between you yet at the same time everything had, and you couldn’t be happier as you turned to watch the sun rise between the gap in the mountains

Fred turned to you, hand finding your thigh and wrapping its way around it. His heart still in a minor disbelief this was all really happening, even more at how smoothly you both were transitioning from friends to lovers. He’s done this before with you, hand on your thigh, watching some beautiful sight, up at a ridiculous time, but his heart felt whole, like you were the missing piece and all it took was a kiss that had a long time coming

“It’s starting” you say, smiling as you see the pinks, oranges and even one streak of green lighting up the sky, growing brighter by the second “Pretty” you whisper

“Gorgeous” Fred says, looking directly at you

You turn your head, cheeks rising as you giggle “Eyes on the sky flirty boy” you gently take your finger and turn his head to face the sunrise

“Better get used to it” his arm leaves your thigh and slithers around your waist, pulling you into him “Flirty boy isn’t leaving anytime soon…Godric knows I’ll still be one when we’re old and grey…wait do gingers even get grey?” he ponders

“Guess I’ll be there to tell you if they do, that is if you don’t go bald” you tease, heart fluttering at the idea of growing old with him

Fred’s heart does something similar “If you had seen my grandfather you wouldn’t be telling me that…besides both my uncles have fabulous hair” he smirks, chuckling as you softly grip his chin and turn his head to face the sky once again

“I’ll give you that, you were named after two rather dashing men” you lean your head into him, hand moving to take his own

“Can I assume you fancy me based on how you know in the future I’ll still be this attractive?” he winders out loud, smiling away as the colours grow brighter, the clouds above you both looking like candyfloss

“No that’s just a bonus” you squeeze his hand “I fancied you long before you got…'hot'” you make little bunny ears with your hands before returning them to their original positions

He doesn’t laugh at that just smiles down at you “When did you start fancying me?”

“Happened gradually, but probably started the moment I saw you. I knew for sure at the yule ball I was doomed when we danced though” you confess, finally looking at him

His heart aches for the lost time, pulling you that little bit closer as he kisses your temple before looking out over the spectacular view

“I wanted to ask you” he smiles at he can feel your eyes widening without needing to look, because if he did he was going to kiss you till theirs no tomorrow “The age gap was a little more of a problem back then ya see…but when you went with George, Mione went with Victor and countless others who had a bigger one than us I felt so stupid”

“Me and Georgie only went together because you and Lee had dates. We figured we’d be sad fucks together” you giggle, funny how you can laugh about this stuff now

He nudges his nose into your hair line “Least we got our dance” he cups your cheek

“We did” you nod

“You looked perfect that night” his thumb flicks over your cheek “You always do though”

“Speak for yourself big guy” you mumble, head tilting as you lean into his touch

He grins, pecking your nose “Should have kissed you” his fingers trail down over your cheek and to your lips

“Why didn’t you?” you say, lips tickling his fingers

“Scared which was weird for me” he chuckles “Not to mention your dad, godfathers and brother were nearby to kick my arse…and it wouldn’t be very nice to my date” he adds and you smile

“Always the gentleman” you let out a little laugh, smiling brightly at him “Maybe another ball will happen and we can make it up to each other?”

“It better” he says and you both giggle “But until then I’ll settle for this”

And with that his lips meet yours softly, savouring the moment

“Freddie?” you whisper when you break away, lips still brushing

“One second my love” he kisses you again, and around four more times for good measure “Merlin I love kissing you”

You give him a bashful look “Freddie” you voice breathless

“I love when you call me that too” he wiggles his eyebrows to which you pout so cutely “Sorry birdy” he kisses your forehead “What is it?”

“Two things” he nods “One, you know you got me right? You don’t have to make me combust with flirting”

“I know pretty” you make a little whining noise at that “I’m never going to stop, you have no idea how much I’ve been holding back all these years”

“You’re impossible” you giggle “Good thing I love impossible”

Fred’s heart soars at that “Impossible needs an accomplice” he smirks “I’m lucky enough to have two”

You nuzzle into the side of his chest “We’re both lucky” you kiss through the material

“What was the…” he starts as he gently pulls your head back, getting lost in the way the low sun is hitting your face “What was the second thing” he finally gets out, a dusting of pink on his cheeks

“Oh” you bite your lip “Do we tell people or keep this to ourselves?”

His eyebrows knit “I forgot everyone else existed” he thinks for a moment “Maybe we say nothing for a little bit, enjoy the bliss for a bit before everyone, but especially our mothers, start planning the wedding”

“That’s a good point…our wedding will be ten times better than Bills though” you add

Fred grins “Oh yeah” the blanket falls off your shoulders as his arm moves up around your shoulders “Our wedding will be the best hands down little birdy”

You bite your lip smiling as you turn back to the sunrise “Are you tired?” you ask after a few seconds of suppressing your yawn

His shoulders relax “Yes” he falls into you a little “Wanna sleep here?” he asks

“You think I made this bed for nothing?”

“Morning” Sirius sings as he enters the house, letting out a laugh as he is met with James, Lily, Molly and Arthur sitting quietly around the dining table while the teens and young adults are sprawled out over the couches fast asleep “Did I miss the party already?”

James chuckles “Nah, we’ll get them some coffee andthey'll be good as new”

“Hello!” Remus smiles as he carries in his and his husbands’ cases in, looking fresh “How is everyone…” his words slow down into a chuckle as he sees the scene “Where’s pup?”

The four adults look over the couches, noticing you and Fred are missing, Molly and Lily share a subtle yet excited look

“I’ll go check on them, they got covered in mud last night and they probably stole the beds while everyone else was busy” James says with a smile standing up “You alright?” he checks looking towards Remus

“Grand...really” he assures him, a thankful look for asking on both his and Sirius’ face

James nods moving up the stairs, distantly hearing Lily telling Sirius he would not wake them up with water balloons and chuckling to himself when Molly actually agrees with his friend

“Merlin there are a lot of stairs” he puffs getting to the attic

He slowly opens the door to find both of the beds empty. Standing for a minute he looks a little baffled, scratching his neck before thinking maybe you took one of the beds downstairs. He was about to leave when he heard a small snore, pushing the door fully open he sees you and Fred cuddling on the window seat, a small blanket that had long fallen down draped over your tangled legs, your cheek squished up against his chest

James laughed quietly. Images of himself and Lily doing the same thing flashing through his mind, his heart warming that you did the same thing. He remembered when you found the photo, you were only 6, no real idea about love but you had your heart set on two things. Falling for your best friend like your uncle moony and pads, and when you found them you would make a bed by the window and watch the sunrise, sunset or just the stars, anything really

James did snap a photo, but he didn’t put it in the album with the others, no he was going to keep this one for yours and Fred's wedding, because let’s face it, everyone always knew you both were endgame

“You look after her for me” he whispers to Fred like his sleepy state will still hear his sweet seniment followed by his minor threat “Or the marauders will never stop hunting you” he smirks, lifting the blanket and covering you and Fred up again

He kisses your forehead before heading out, taking one last look before closing the door and heading back down the stairs

“They okay?” Lily asks as his foot hits the bottom step

He nods “Yeah just like I said they stole the beds now Thing 2 and Jess are down here” he gestures to the ginger and still rainbow haired girl

“They’re all in the same room?” Sirius asks “Thanks Molly you’re a gem” he thanks the women as she pours him some coffee

James nods “The twins…ginger twins” he clarifies, it was easy to forget you and Harry were twins sometimes “Jess and my little fawn are sharing the attic” he returns to his seat, kissing Lily’s cheek on the way down

“No funny business I hope”

Remus lets out a laugh at his husband statement “Siri love half of that room are happily in relationships, besides y/n is…” he's cut off

“Yes but Fred, the mini version of me, is single and not ready to mingle with our Goddaughter. She’s the closest thing to a real child we’ll ever get” he huffs before catching James and Lily’s amused faces “What? Harrys a mama and moony boy and y/n’s a daddies and uncle pads kinda gal” he smirks “Like you didn’t want to kill Fred in his final year when we found them all cosy on the couches together”

“Cosy?” Molly raises an eyebrow

Remus hums “Sort of, they fell asleep on the common room couches a couple times while staying up and planning pranks. Completely innocent…” Sirius scoffs “…it was, don’t mind him”

“I always assumed they were together” Arthur shrugs, he did the same with Ginny and Harry, ever since she saw them interacting he just assumed they’d get together…he’d pride himself in his matchmaking skills if he thought that wouldn’t upset his wife

Lily lets out a giggle while James keeps an impartial expression due to his new-found knowledge. It was true once upon a time he would have killed Fred for the position he just found the two of you in but over the years he got a first-hand view of yours and his relationship. Maybe even more so than either of you. Perhaps that’s why at first, he was apprehensive, he saw the way you looked at Fred, same quiet fire as Remus had when he looked at Sirius, and much like your uncles, you may have fallen first but Fred fell harder

“No way are they together” Sirius maintains shaking his head "Or will ever be because I'll kick his arse"

Remus catches James’ eye while Molly and Lily seem to be locked in a hushed discussion, a discussion the wolf could hear easily but choose to ignore

‘He’s just in denial’ he mouths with a smile

‘Deja vu’ James mouths back with a smirk before sipping his tea

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face if you tried, skipping down the stairs as you headed to get food. Fred would have joined you but after some feverish kisses he needed a minute or ten to calm down. Reaching the bottom steps, you see George, Jess, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and your brother all lazily eating their breakfast with Molly, Arthur and your mum

“Hello pup”

You jump out of your skin as someone taps your sides from behind but relax instantly when you realise who it was “Uncle Pads!” you half jump into a hug, smiling brightly as you wrapped your arms around him

“Missed you too” he kisses your hair, pulling back to take a strand “This is cool, you and Jess are twining better than you and Harry”

“Well I always was the prettier twin” you grin earning a ‘hey’ from Harry followed by a teasingly casual ‘she’s right though’ from Ginny

Sirius chuckles at that, Harry may have looked like James, inherited some traits like an eye for getting into trouble, but you were all him, same humour everything. You also gained some things from himself and Remus, and as much as he was apprehensive the latters taste in partner

“That you are pup” he gives you one last hug before letting go

“Finally, stop hogging her” Remus’ voice comes from your side

You don’t run up to him instead look at him warily “Can I?” you hold out your arms, knowing he might still be sore from the moon

He gives you a warm smile “Course you can” he welcomes your embrace

The moon wasn’t a bad one, not when he had the potion and Sirius there to help. Although as he hugged you he felt like something was different, he just couldn’t place it. Your scent was off but he chalked it up to it being a holiday…oh or perhaps it was a certain redhead clinging to you

“Morning!” Fred greets everyone cheerily, while you hide your smile within your uncle’s chest

As he reaches the bottom he spots your uncles, a small tinge of red spreading up his neck as Sirius gives him a smile but there was a look behind it, while Remus just raised an eyebrow before smiling

“When did you arrive?” he wonders, voice cool, casual but Remus could hear his heart thumping and he smiled to himself as he heard it slow back down, relaxing as he met your eyes before quickly picking up again at the sound of his husband

“This mornin” he says, taking a seat beside Harry

“Sleep well?” George asks, taking a bite of his breakfast, smirking at his twin

Fred sends his brother a glare as he moves to sit with him while you and Remus take your seats on the opposite side

“Yeah really well” it wasn’t a lie, you bet his arse he had a great sleep after kissing the girl he loved more than any other

“What about you pup?” Remus asks whilst you serve yourself some breakfast

Your face felt a little warm but you kept your cool a lot better than Fred “Yeah, much better without Georgie’s snoring” you joke

“Cheeky” George eyes you

“His snoring is better than him constantly falling out of the bed” Jess chips in “Almost five times that first night alone”

“So that’s what that was” Ron turns to Hermione “You told me I was imagining it”

Hermione giggles at him “I didn’t say you imagined it I just said it was probably a door not a niffler trying to steal your stuff is all”

You whole table lets out chuckles at that “Frank had a niffler didn’t he?” Lily says after a few moments, looking towards James who smiles nervously “Oh what?” she giggles knowing that face

Your eyes go to your uncles, Sirius was holding laughter whilst Remus looked amused but a little pissed off “Yeah James why don’t you tell the class” Remus states

“Funny story” he starts and you place your hand over your lips to hold in the giggles, not noticing the red head across from you admiring how adorable it is “I was headed back from…Lily’s dorm…” he says earning ‘ooo’s’ and a low ‘awooo whooo’ from Sirius “When I spotted this cool looking rock on the floor so naturally I pick it up” he states to which Fred, George, Ron, Arthur and Harry all nod as if to say ‘naturally’ along with him while everyone else can already tell where this is going “I then proceeded to head into our dorms shower and placed the rock on the sink until I was finished but the moment it hit the ceramic it started to…crack open” he cringes

Lily gasps “Wait that’s why we could all hear yells?” she asks before giggles escape her lips along with everyone else

“The niffler did get into Peters bed and he fell out of it but really they were mostly my Moonys” Sirius adds smiling at his husband

Remus takes a deep breath “It was 6 in the morning on a Saturday and James flunking magical creatures smashed our mirror by throwing your hair cream at the poor little thing” everyone was in fits of laughter now, including Remus as he finishes

“I forgot about that...hey you never replaced it either! You owe me” Sirius points at James

“Sirius you don’t even use that brand of hair cream anymore” he tries to defend but Sirius holds his ground staring intensely until James gives up “Fine. Fine” he holds up his hands in defeat

“And I want it today”

“Today?!” James barks a laugh

“Yes, because I forgot to pack mine” Sirius maintains while Remus makes a couple of confused sounds

“Siri...I packed it in the small case?” he says almost like a question

“You did darling but I forgot the whole thing”

Remus looks like he’s going to argue before shrugging and excepting the behaviour he honestly isn’t surprised at anymore and instead turns to your father “James you mind grabbing two toothbrushes and some paste too”

“Yeah sure anyone else have things they’d like me to buy for them today?” he poses before quickly backtracking “Actually no, don’t answer that one I’ll go bankrupt”

There’s a small bit of laughter before you speak up “I could use some new shoes actually, I sort of ruined my last ones in the mud last night” you confes

"Thats why we said no shoes sis" Harry chuckles shaking his head along with the others while Fred just wears a funny smile

You stick your tounge out at Harry who does the same back befire you turn back to your dad "Can I dad? There's this pair with little birds on them I've wanted for a while" you say with a innocent smile but your father, mother and Harry all get the reference

“Course little fawn, you can come with me” he smiles before seeing his friends smirks to which he shrug with a laugh “What? She doesn’t count she’s always been too cute to say no too”

Guess we have that in common, Fred thinks as he catches your eye, although he does remember neither of you wearing shoes outside last night

‘you weren’t wearing shoes’ he mouths when everyone else is in conversation

You just smile with a small nod ‘I didn’t want him to go alone’ you whisper back even if it was only a half truth

Fred smiles at that, returning to his breakfast while you look up the table towards your dad, both of your eyes shining with the same thing

Mischief

Thanks for reading ♡

#fred weasley and reader #fred weasley and y/n #fred weasley and you #fred weasley x reader #fred and reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley #fred weasley x y/n #fred x reader

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rosenallies · 1 year

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Bimbo Au something sweet and cozy ❤️

Ik it’s past the holidays but I didn’t get to write any soft holiday stuff this year so <3 I’ll get to the other few prompts that were send in soon, I just had to write a lil holiday fluff real quick <3

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“Rosie! Rosie! Wake up, wake up!”

Rosé groaned, attempting to pull the duvet back over his head, only for it to be yanked off, exposing his bare legs to the chill of the bedroom. “Five more minutes.”

“Come on, it’s Christmas!”

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Rosé chuckled. “You’re like a big child.”

“I can’t help it, I love Christmas,” Denali said with a sweet pout, a look he knew Rosé couldn’t resist. As much as Rosé held control over Denali in the bedroom, in every other aspect of their life, Denali had Rosé wrapped around his little finger. He would give him the entire world if he asked.

Already dressed in their matching pjs, Denali yanked Rosé out of bed and down the stairs.

Though the house had been decorated all month, Denali dragging Rosé all around town the weekend after thanksgiving when he realized he didn’t have any Christmas decorations, the place looked even more beautiful that morning. Outside the window was blanketed in glittering white snow, and inside was warm and inviting surrounded by the twinkling lights Denali had strung up with care.

“Merry Christmas, Rosie,” Denali whispered, yanking Rosé back to kiss him underneath the mistletoe that he hung in the doorway.

“Merry Christmas, baby. Should we go open presents or do you want breakfast first?”

Denali pondered for a moment, presents or Rosé’s delicious cinnamon rolls? “Presents first, then breakfast?”

Rosé kissed the tip of his nose and flashed him a smile. “I knew that’s what you’d say, I’m not sure why I even asked.”

Making themselves comfortable on the floor in front of the tree, Denali sat in between Rosé’s legs and leaned against him.

They spent the better part of an hour opening gifts and kissing each other with gratitude, though most of the presents had Denali’s name on them. Rosé couldn’t help it, everywhere he went something reminded him of Denali.

“I have one more for you, hold on,” Rosé said suddenly, scooting Denali from his lap and crossing the room and retrieving something from the briefcase he carried to work. “I wanted to save this one for last.”

He handed Denali a small box wrapped in gold wrapping paper with a bow tied on top. “Go on, open it, baby.”

Denali smiled in spite of himself, edging his nail underneath the edge of the wrapping paper. Underneath the wrapping paper was a black velvet box, jewelry for sure.

Before even opening the box, Denali felt himself flush.

“Go on, sweetheart, don’t be shy now.”

Biting his lip, Denali opened the box, revealing a sparkling gold necklace, delicate chain and elegant ‘R’ charm sat in the middle.

“I know it’s dumb and cliché, definitely cliché but-“

“Stop, I love it. It’s like I have a little piece of you with me all the time. Can you put it on for me?”

Rosé clasped the necklace around Denali’s neck, smiling at the way the pendant sat on Denali’s chest when he turned around.

“It’s beautiful, thank you.”

“I got one too-“ he pulled down the collar of his top and revealed a thicker gold chain than Denali’s, a “D” pendant on his.

“I have a piece of you too.”

Sliding his arms around Rosé’s neck, Denali stood on his tip toes to kiss him softly until Rosé pressed into him harder, deepening their kiss.

Denali pulled away and giggled. “Slow down, you’ll get your last present later, daddy.”

Rosé raised an eyebrow. “Is that so, darling?”

“Mhmm,” Denali hummed, leaning up on his toes and pressing a kiss to Rosé’s cheek before skipping away toward the kitchen, “cinnamon rolls first!”

Standing back, Rosé smiled to himself in a delightful state of disbelief at how this was his life now. The last several Christmases he’d spent by himself working and while it was just the two of them, having someone to spend the day with was everything to him.

#every au needs some cliche #i love cliches #bimbonali verse #prompt request

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4kominato · 2 years

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𝔻𝕒𝕪 𝟛: 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔎𝔦𝔰𝔰-𝔪𝔞𝔰

A/N: Is the title horrible? yes, im sorry. also, I realize I'm hella late... I fell asleep last night and then while finishing it today, I may have gotten slightly carried away.... ._. anyways... here you go lol MERRY KISSMAS ❤️💚 -kuri

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ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Sano Manjiro (Mikey) x F!Reader

𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕣𝕖: Smut (M) - SEXUAL CONTENT

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“Wake up.” A voice called while you laid in bed, still half asleep. Letting out only a muffled groan in response, you shifted positions to cuddle the figure next to you.

“Wake up,” he repeated once more, poking a finger at your cheek. Groaning again, this time you shook your head, unwilling to disrupt your comfy slumber.

“C’mon, it’s Christmas. Wake up,” he whined, gently patting the top of your head.

“Why does Christmas mean I have to wake up early?” you argued back groggily.

“To open presents.”

“Alright, fine,” you answered grudgingly, stretching your arms out and finally succumbing to his wishes, albeit very slowly. It took all your energy just to open your heavy eyes, vision still blurry and out of focus as your body slowly recuperated from your short lived, peaceful dormancy. Soon enough, as your vision cleared, you could make out a bushel of green dangling over your head, branches of little round leaves embellished with small white berries that were definitely unmistakable… mistletoe.

“What is this?” you asked, pointing up at the plant that had obviously been attached intentionally to the headboard of the bed.

“Hm… looks like mistletoe,” Mikey answered casually, acting as though there was nothing weird at all about the situation.

“Yes, I know it’s mistletoe. Thanks, Captain Obvious. Why is it here?”

“Maybe Santa put it there last night because I wrote in my letter that my girlfriend hasn’t been giving me enough kisses lately.”

“What do you mean I don’t give you enough kisses? I kiss you every day when you leave in the morning and then again when you come home.”

“Not enough.”

Closing his eyes and puckering his lips, he waited patiently for you to follow through with the renowned mistletoe tradition. You groaned at his childish neediness, but at the same time, could you really say no to kissing the love of your life? Squishing his cheeks together you pulled his face into yours, smushing your lips against his into a messy kiss.

“Is that enough for you?” you teased, still holding his face as you pulled away.

“No. I want more,” he insisted. Closing his eyes and puckering his lips once more, he anticipated the feeling of your soft lips on his, but you had another idea up your sleeve. In his vulnerable state, you took the opportunity to grab him by the wrists and climb on top of him, pinning him down to the bed and leaving him laying wide-eyed beneath you. His startled expression however, quickly softened into a suggestive smirk, taking your advance as a sign that things would be taking a steamy turn on this chilly Christmas morning… and right he was.

Crashing your lips against his, you slid your tongue into his mouth and he happily welcomed it with a lustful moan. As your slick muscles waltzed together in the warm cavern sealed between your lips, you released your grip around Mikey’s wrists to instead, cup his soft cheeks in your hands as your heated make-out session grew increasingly fervent. Upon being freed, his hands went immediately to your ass, giving it a light smack before carelessly roaming the rest of your body.

Your lips soon began to wander as well, trailing from his lips to his ear, along his jaw and down his neck, all the while eliciting the sweetest sounds from him. His hard cock throbbed beneath you as you continued to work your way down his bare torso from his collarbones, all the way down his chest and his abs to his hips and chiselled v-cut. Now sitting between his legs, your face hovered right over his crotch, the strained erection in his dark briefs begging for relief.

“I bet you want more kisses down here too, huh?” you asked in your “seductive voice” as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down just enough for his manhood to spring free.

“Yes, I definitely don’t get enough kisses down there,” he answered eagerly, watching your every move like a hawk in anticipation of the amazing pleasure that only you could bestow upon him.

Wrapping your fingers around his firm shaft, you pumped him a few times before leaning in to plant a big, wet kiss right at the tip before travelling down the rest length.

“How’s that?” you asked upon reaching the base.

“Amazing…” he answered in a state of bliss, “But I still want more.”

“So greedy on Christmas,” you scoffed as you slowly stroked him, forcing pre-cum to ooze out and drop down the underside of his member.

“Your kisses are too good, I can never get enough.”

Your lips curved up into a small grin at his needy, but pure words. You’d never realized until now how fond he was of your kisses. Initially, you’d gotten defensive when he said you didn’t kiss him enough, but now you were starting to think maybe he was right. You could definitely get used to having more moments like these.

Kissing your way back up to the tip, you lapped up the copious pre-cum that had accumulated there, and at the feeling of your soft tongue grazing his sensitive cock, he let out a throaty groan followed by a string of praises, letting you know how damn good you made him feel. You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation in your hand as you slowly took him into your mouth, lips encompassing his thick girth. He watched intently as you hollowed your cheeks, your tongue flush against his underside as you slid as far down his length as your throat would allow.

“Fuck,” he groaned, fingers entangling your smooth locks, “Go faster, baby.”

You didn’t hesitate at all to comply, immediately changing your slow drawn out pace to bobbing your head instead. From such a small change, you could tell you’d gotten him substantially closer to climaxing from the expression on his face and the way his body has become more tense. He was doing his best to fight it, wanting to bask for as long as he could on cloud nine, but with how well you took his cock, he knew that in due time he’d have no choice.

He groaned as you withdrew from him with a pop, temporarily pumping him to keep him stimulated as you spoke. “I guess, we really don’t do these things enough, huh? You look like you’re about to cum already.”

“Yeah, it feels like I’m a virgin again,” he joked breathily, still trying to maintain his composure amidst the casual talk.

“Nah, the first time I sucked you off, you hardly lasted two seconds,” you teased back with a playful giggle.

“Shut up…” he chuckled nervously, “I lasted for at least a good minute, alright?”

“Such amazing stamina Mr. Mighty Gang-Leader sir!”

“Are you asking to be annihilated?” he sat up aggressively, grabbing you by the jaw, but still, the two of you continued to laugh in the process.

“Yes sir!” you replied without a second thought.

“Alright then, hands and knees. Now.”

Quickly removing your panties, you flung them onto the floor and got into position just like he’d asked.

“You’re not gonna last long,” you mocked, hoping to rile him up so he’d be rougher with you.

“Yeah? Well neither are you because I’m not cumming until you do,” he shoots back just as he slams his cock into you.

“Mikey!” you yelped, fisting at the bed for leverage. It’d been a while since the last time the two of you had been intimate but still, he knew exactly how you liked it and hit all the right spots without even trying. Despite being reluctant to admit it, Mikey really was a man of his word given he had you on the brink of orgasm in a record time and he was still seemingly going strong.

“M-Mikey, I’m so close,” you struggled to say whilst he continued to ram his hips into yours erratically.

“Well don’t hold back,” he nearly growled, picking up his pace even further. At that point, you knew he had the upper hand and you wouldn’t be lasting much longer now.

“I’m gonna—” you started, body quivering, tension building as you anticipated your climax.

“Fuck, me too,” Mikey interrupted, his grip on your hips bruising as he rode out his high, releasing his warm juices into you. You came only moments after, your tight walls clenching around him enhancing his orgasm enough to evoke one last throaty groan from him before the two of you collapsed into the soft duvet.

“You came first,” you commented, rubbing salt in the wound just as the two of you got comfortable.

“Yeah, yeah, I would’ve lasted longer without the foreplay…” he pouted, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“That was a great Christmas gift by the way,” you added to lighten the mood, “I’d be happy getting that every year.”

“What about the rest of the year?”

“Oh? I thought you only wanted more kisses?”

“You’re being such a bully on Christmas…” Mikey whined pulling you closer to him, “It should all be included in the same package.”

“Alright, alright,” you chuckled, combing your fingers through his long silky tresses, “Merry Christmas, babe. I promise more kisses… plus the whole package next year, okay?”

He only hummed to acknowledge your promise for the new year before he responded, “Merry Christmas. I love you.”

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kissmyhandcallmedarling · 2 years

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ugly sweaters + mistletoe

christmas headcanons for the evans

unrelated note: it is the end of november, and i am literally so excited for christmas! i've put up my tree and cute aesthetic lights etc, and i can't wait. i love the whole vibe of christmas, with the music, and the gift shopping. where i live it is summer in december; really want to experience a white chistmas one day if i go traveling. anyway, back to the evans.

tate:

likes watching christmas slasher/horror films (would have actually enjoyed that one episode of ahs stories where it was those youtubers and the santa killer)

also enjoys the film home alone, and likes to set up traps like in the movie, to see how many other ghosts or house guests he can terrorize

tate is definitely one for chonky blankets and cuddles with his s/o

oh yeah, and christmas sweaters!

on halloween he'll always sneak off to the nearest store and buy you a little something, that he hides away until christmas

he'll wrap the gift up very messily, and always gives it to you as soon as you wake up on december 25th

kyle:

loves the idea of kissing under the mistletoe

he will go to cordelia's greenhouse and wreck havoc (seriously, he'd make a huge mess) just to find a sprig of mistletoe

would sneak up behind you and tap your shoulder, only for you to turn around to him standing there holding the mistletoe above your heads, lips puckered waiting for a kiss

tried to make a gingerbread house one year but screwed it up and got so angry he crushed it with his fist and came crying to you

you fixed it with an easy flick of your wrist, to which he responded with cute, amazed, puppy eyes

james:

wouldn't like christmas as it is traditionally christian holiday

would tolerate the christmas trees and decorations liz and iris put around the hotel

he does enjoy the gift-giving element however, as any chance to spoil his dearly beloved, he will take!

does however, fondly remember a few christmases as a young child; sitting with his mother at the fire, watching snow fall, playing with little wooden toys giftted to him

sometimes his father would work late, leaving himself and his mother alone - those were his favourite moments

kai:

celebratory manwiches

huge cult christmas party for the boys

"speedwagon! where the fuck are my peppermint-cranberry-kool-aid shots???!!!"

(these above hcs all would occur before winter's death)

(supposed kai didn't go to prison after he killed winter) he would always get very emotional around christmas time, especially christmas eve; reminiscing all the years he and winter would get excited as kids

he remembers how she used to wake him at 3am every christmas morning - this really kills kai. he bawls for hours

jeff:

would definitely host a huge staff christmas party for kineros robotics

"ain't no snow in LA?! what do ya call this, huh?" *snorts coccaine* *you roll your eyes*

plays christmas music as soon as halloween is over

loves the crackers/bonbons, and always makes such a big deal when he wins

austin:

OF COURSE THIS MAN LOVES CHRISTMAS

OF COURSE HE SINGS CHRISTMAS KARAOKE WITH BELLE AT THE MUSE

"baby it's cold outside" is his favourite

loves to make festive-themed cocktails, asking you to taste test them all

"hey! babe! come here and try my new... uhh... i don't have a name for it yet! but come try! deee-lish"

eggnog addict

loves his beanies

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chibinekochan · 3 years

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Obey me! Kissing under the mistletoe

This one wasn't requested but I wanted to do it, so here we go.

Asmo

He was the one to hang the mistletoe.

He is also the one that sets it up so that you both are under it.

Then Asmo just happens to notice it.

Now he just has no choice and you don't mind right?

You kiss him.

Asmo enjoys this kiss way more than he wants to admit.

Diavolo

He enjoys the human world themed party a lot.

Diavolo can tell that everyone has put a lot of time into this.

He is beaming the entire time.

You give him some hot chocolate when you notice that you both are standing under the mistletoe.

Not wanting to miss this chance you point it out and explain the human custom.

Diavolo is very interested in this particular custom.

You are pretty happy about this and ask him to bend down a little bit.

Diavolo does just that and you give him a kiss.

This truly is a great tradition indeed.

Beelzebub

He fully enjoys the festive mood and the new treats he gets to try.

All these human sweets are truly amazing.

He is in the middle of emptying yet another plate of cookies when he spots you.

Beel goes over to you, to share his happiness and cookies with you.

You talk for a bit and then you notice the mistletoe.

You point it out to Beel and explain the tradition.

Beel blushes a bit but if you want to kiss him that's fine with him.

So you kiss him.

Barbatos

He enjoys the human selection of tea.

Such excellent new flavors.

Barbatos is already thinking of how to serve this tea and what snacks would suit them best.

You spot him and say hi.

You talk about the different teas and some other topics.

Then he spots the mistletoe right above your head.

Barbatos knows of the custom, thanks to his research.

So he casually asks you if it would be okay for him to kiss you.

You feel a bit taken aback but agree.

When else will you get an offer like this?

Barbatos gives you a rather quick kiss but it feels very nice.

It leaves you wishing for more.

Lucifer

He is keeping track of the usual chaos around him.

Everyone is cheerful, including you.

It's not too bad after all.

A smile escapes him.

You look at him, smiling back.

Then you come to him.

You are smiling as always, talking about whatever comes to your mind.

Lucifer always gets dragged into your pace.

He doesn't really mind it.

Lucifer finds himself smiling along with you.

Then he sees a perfect opportunity to give you some of the affection that he wishes to give you.

A simple mistletoe, a plant not worth mentioning on any other day, but today it might be the most important plant in the whole world.

Lucifer gives you a kiss, much to your surprise.

Then, with a huge smile, he points to the mistletoe.

You can only blush at this.

Belphegor

He is just taking a nap, in the middle of a very loud party.

How does he do this?

Someone thought it would be very hilarious to cover him with christmas decorations.

Your main suspects are Mammon and Asmo.

Regardless, you go over to him and free his face from the random decorations.

This causes Belphie to wake up.

You tell him what happened.

He just nonchalantly kisses you, right on the nose.

You almost fall backwards from the surprise.

Belphie then points to the mistletoe and gives you a smile, before going back to sleep.

Leviathan

He stands awkwardly in the corner of the room.

Wishing to be anywhere but here.

Sadly he can't even leave, since Lucifer watches the door

Levi is holding his cup of no longer hot chocolate, like his life depends on it.

This really isn't a good time for Levi.

You spot him, despite his best efforts to fuse with the wall.

You talk a bit with him, comparing this party to an anime that you both saw.

This instantly brings Levi back to life.

He gladly talks about this.

Then out of nowhere you give him a kiss.

This surprises Levi, how many times did he tell you that he has to prepare for attacks like this?

Then you point out the mistletoe that Levi is standing under.

Levi is mortified, since he didn't notice.

He is of course glad that you kissed him but what if someone else would have done this?

Levi decides to move somewhere else.

Satan

He is talking with several people, making his rounds.

It seems like he knows just about anyone here.

Satan is about to take a short breather when he spots you all by yourself.

It's a perfect opportunity!

Satan goes straight up to you.

Just before greeting you he sees the mistletoe above your head.

This just keeps on getting better.

Satan greets you with a smile and then kisses you.

Just before pointing at the mistletoe.

You giggle and kiss him back.

This was definitely worth it in Satan's opinion.

Solomon

He really enjoys this kind of ordinary Christmas party, with the unusual guests.

Solomon finds it hilarious how much the demons enjoy this party.

Well, so does he.

Even when nobody is touching his self-made cookies.

Such a shame, but well, more for him.

You see Solomon and go over to greet him.

You both start talking about magic and the party, it's very pleasant.

Then Solomon notices the mistletoe.

He sees this as a perfect opportunity and points it out to you.

You smile at Solomon and he gives you a quick kiss.

He wanted a longer kiss but not here.

Simeon

He enjoys the new experience.

Simeon tries just about all of the treats from the human world.

This party is a lot of fun for him.

You wave to him and Simeon comes your way.

He asks you about some of the human christmas traditions and treats that you can recommend.

You happily answer his questions when you notice the mistletoe.

You ask Simeon if he knows about this tradition.

He does, thanks to Asmo.

Simeon asks you if you want to follow the tradition with him, and you agree.

Simeon gives you a kiss and smiles.

Mammon

As soon as he sees the mistletoe a plan manifests in his head.

He wants to kiss you, but he can't just ask.

So this works perfectly for Mammon.

The entire evening he tries several tactics to get you under that mistletoe.

Sadly each try ends in failure, since you don't have a clue what he wants.

Mammon has pretty much given up by the end of the party.

You are both cleaning up when you notice the mistletoe right there over Mammons head.

You tap on his shoulder and when he turns to you you give him a kiss.

Mammon is surprised and blushes, while you giggle and point to the mistletoe.

Mammon grumbles a bit, because he wanted to kiss you, but quickly just enjoys the experience.

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hanniiesuckle17 · 4 years

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Dating Seo Changbin

A/n: I am so sorry this took so long!!! i hope you like it <3 oof its been a while since I've done this style so here we go

Requested: @mrsunshine999

Tag List: @distrikt9 @mini-meanhoee @poeticallyspaghetti @hanstagrams @desertofdessert @hoes4hoseok @yangomangos @jeonqqin @geminirules @crscendoforsung @mrsunshine999 @jisungsjheekies @hannie-squirrel00 @cotccotc @multi-net

Warnings: cussing, changbin being best boi,

First of all....reader you are one lucky bitch.

Dating THE changbin

damn

Changbin is definitely one of the more domestic boys

He thriiiives with being a cuddly soft boyfriend

You probably met his parents on like your fourth date

But it was like a surprise thing

He was like “Stop by my place because I’ve got to take care of somethings before we go out”

and you were like sure whatever so you get there like twenty minutes early and knock on the door

changbin opens and says you can wait in the living room while he is grabbing some things

first of all you notice his house is super fuckin nice

you’re like “mental note to ask who his decorated is”

so he goes off and you walk in the living room and there are his parents just looking at you with kind expectant smiles

and you’re like “ummmm.........hello........changbin’s parents....”

changbin is like walking in and out of the room completely unaware that you are lowkey shitting your pants because omg his parents are right there and you were not prepared for this you were just promised food

its then you realize this is his parents house and he freaking tricked you into meeting them

by the time he sits down next to you on the couch you’ve practically sweated through your nice outfit and answered a billion questions

“I told you, I pick good ones mom- OW!”

you pinched him really hard and made a nervous look towards the door.

He laugh and got the message

the two of you said goodbye and you proceeded to whack him very hard the second the door closed behind you

loves to spoil you

anytime you're mad at him the next day you find a very expensive flower arrangement as well as a nice piece of jewelry on your desk or doorstep

he never lets you pay for anything

in fact the most common argument you have is about him spending too much money on you or not letting you pay

one time after a really big fight he secretly paid your rent for the month (which led to you yelling at him again)

“CHANGBIN YOU PAID FOR MY RENT?!”

“I thought I was doing a nice thing!”

“Yes it was very nice but I want to do things for myself!”

“But you’re so....baby....my baby....I wanna take care of you.”

“I AM NOT BABY!”

he thinks you look really cute when you’re mad so you never really end up getting anywhere with arguments like that

changbin is definitely a huge cuddler

likes being both little and big spoon

his favorite sleeping position is probably you sleeping on top of his chest so he can hug you like a teddy bear (you have replaced Munchlax haha)

probably takes you on the most aesthetic dates

he loves being your personal photographer

he can’t show you off on the skz insta so he probably has like a separate private account just to post really cute pictures of the you and him

changbin is a huge fan of couple clothes

like any kind

his favorite is finding couple shoes like sneakers.

he likes knowing that he could wear them onstage and bring a piece of you into the public view but its like his lil secret

changbin is like super no no about scandals so after a few months he probably announces the relationship before the press even think he is in one

changbin is like the pinterest boyfriend

like he strives to be pinterest worthy

the boys give him so much shit about it but like lowkey he doesn’t care he just steals their coffee or something in revenge

he probably keeps like special products for you in his apartment

he always has the coffee or tea you like stocked in his kitchen

changbin is definitely the type to love hard and love fast so once this boy has you locked down in a relationship he just goes all in

you two probably move in together pretty quickly because this boy is just so anxious to be around you all the time

lowkey whiny once you move in

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

“changbin you've said my name like 18 times what the hell do you want”

“i wanna hug.”

tries to use aegyo to get out of chores and housework

“I love dark my ass.” you say shoving a laundry basket in his arms and watching him pout

late night gym dates at like two in the morning

the boys lowkey getting jealous of how much time he spends with you

Felix and Hyunjin basically live at your apartment

you don’t know how they got keys but somehow they are always there

you’ll wake up one morning and felix will be randomly asleep on your couch for no reason

your dates are often crash by one of the boys but you honestly don’t mind because they are so much fun

changbin is actually the most caring and empathetic boyfriend

he always seems to know when you have a bad day or are just feeling bad about yourself

sometimes you don't even understand how he knows

you’ll just be laying in bed on your phone after a really rough day and wanting to cry and changbin will just come up and give you the warmest gentlest bear hug

he won’t say anything but he’ll just hold you until you want to talk or just cry it out

lets be honest changbin hugs would be the best tho

like he hugs with his whole being

in a relationship i feel like he is super affectionate so hugs are pretty common but he probably hugs differently for different circumstances

like he gives really gentle hugs when your sad and strokes your hair, kissing the top of your head

probably a big fan of quick side hugs when you're in public or with the boys

big cuddly hugs when you’re alone where he can rock you side to side or flop onto the couch with you

so ‘i love you’

again changbin falls fast and hard so he would for sure be the first one to fall in love

but he wants you to say it first because he knows sometimes he can move too quickly and he doesn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable

the first time you say it changbin is just so happy

before you can even finish the sentence he’s already saying it back

“I love you-”

“I love you more.”

he never forgets an anniversary even if he is on tour

during one of their breaks he flew you out so you could celebrate together

he loves traveling with you

even if its just a road trip or the two of you randomly decide to spend the weekend at a hotel that's thirty minutes from your house

changbin definitely knows what he wants in life so the second he decides you are the one for him he starts planning how he wants to spend his life with you

he loves having serious conversations with you about the future

changbin loves when the two of you invite all the boys over for dinner and it turns into a fancy dinner party and he cant help but picture you doing this five or six years from now and you have kids and are throwing dinner parties like this on the weekends

you too throw a HUGE Christmas party every year

like inviting lots of staff from the company and a bunch of family and friends

so like one second you are talking to changbin’s sister and your mom then the next thing you know you are accidently bumping shoulders with fuckin BamBam from Got7 or Tzuyu from Twice and Jae is singing with Jisung in your living room

its like a huge fancy event that you and changbin throw at your place that you spend like a month planning for

everyone is dressed very nice and your house is spotless and flawlessly decorated with a brightly lit tree that you and changbin spent four hours decorating

by 9pm everyone is drunk on egg nog and opening presents from secret Santa

changbin also never lets a Christmas go by without kissing you under the mistletoe

the boys stay the night mostly because no one is sober enough to drag Jisung out of your house.

So Christmas morning is always spent with the boys

changbin always puts you first

he is really considerate and always considers how his decisions will affect you (unless he’s trying to pay for something)

all in all changbin would just be the best boyfriend

congrat reader you landed an angel

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xwingsandohs · 3 years

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Softly, Slowly | Poe Dameron

prompt: 44- tentative kisses in the dark

word count: 3k

a/n: first fic here! more incoming and i would love requests too <3 a first kiss fic

“C’mon!” Poe shouted out, making the group laugh. You’d decided to have a small ‘night off’, sitting around the cantina with a beer in hand.

There was always so much going on, so Poe had insisted you’d all ‘relax’ and shovel back some beers.

It was fun to relax, or to be as close to relaxed as you ever could be in the resistance. But the beer took the edge off, no matter how terrible it tasted, plus everyone around you seemed to be in a light enough mood for it to rub off on you- especially Poe.

“O-Okay then, Finn, what’s the first thing you’re gonna do when it’s all over?” Poe asked with a hazy smile, probably slightly more intoxicated than the rest of the table.

He’d almost definitely made it past the two beer recommendation, though you could be sure he’d still be able to jump in an x-wing in a minute if it was needed.

You all looked to Finn, wide eyes on his face at the question. “I don’t know! You think I know anything past this war?”

He laughed a little and shrugged, leaving you, Rey and a few others giving Poe a look, but you all laughed too. Bad example, Dameron.

“See! Nobody else has thought about it. What are you planning on doing then, Dameron?” Rey insisted, still chuckling, waiting for his reply as she took a swig of her beer.

She seemed to be knocking it back as easily as Poe did, but you’d ask her about that another time.

Poe had been clamouring about how everyone should have some big plan of what they’re gonna do as soon as the war is over. You all disagreed, maybe it was a pessimistic thing, like you weren’t sure you’d all survive the war.

Mostly for you, you didn’t have a clue what you’d do without the resistance. They were your family. You couldn’t imagine slipping off in an x-wing as soon as it was all finished.

“Easy.” He said with the biggest and cockiest smile, and you shook your head at him when he made eye contact with you. “I’m gonna give every single one of you the biggest kiss of your life.”

You all laughed and protested immediately, to which he shrugged and took another sip of his drink.

“That’s no big plan! That’s you finding an excuse to snog..” Rey nudged you when she saw you were busy eyeing Poe, narrowing your eyes at him playfully.

“Hey!” You called to Rey, turning to her immediately and lightly hitting her arm. “Don’t bring me into this! Just cause Poe can’t keep it in his pants.”

Poe’s eyes widened. “No way Jos-Rey. I don’t need an excuse to kiss anyone.” He smirked at himself, but you shook your head at him when he eventually turned to you.

There was nothing going on between you and Poe, but everyone was pretty convinced there was. You’d been the first person he met in the resistance and your best friend status was pretty much solidified, but anything more than that was up in the air.

You harboured a crush on him, not that you ever planned on acting on it. You didn’t even think about it most of the time, too busy fighting or hanging out with everyone.

Occasionally you’d catch a glimpse of him from some angle, or he’d have a particularly bright smile on his face, and then your feelings would pop up.

Sometimes he’d look at you, locking eyes, and you were sure the same thoughts you had ran through his mind. You were just too busy.

“What are you shaking your head at?” Poe asked, smiling at you playfully.

“You’re not going anywhere near my lips.” You shook your head at him again, holding back a smile when he gave you an offended look.

“What?! Am I not kissable enough for you?” He puckered his lips and you laughed again, shaking your head in response. “Finn?”

“Poe, as handsome as you are-” He cut him off before he could finish.

“There is only one person at this table I am letting shoot me down, and it’s not you, Finn.” Rey muttered an ‘Ouch’ with a laugh, and Finn started shaking his head and muttering something about his friend.

“Poe I’ve never kissed anyone, there’s no chance in hell that I’m gonna let you snog me on your way to snog Snap or Finn.” You gave him a playful warning look, but his face had completely dropped.

“What?-” “You’ve really never-”

“What?” You stopped your friends and laughed slightly awkwardly at their sudden protests. “I’ve been here since I was what, 17? I’ve been a bit busy.”

It didn’t seem like much in your mind, another thing you shrugged off because you had more important things to do. Clearly you were an alien amongst your friends.

You’d thought about kissing people before, the thoughts would come at least a few times a month. Maybe 10. And Poe was always there.

Relationships weren’t really much a big thing in the resistance, everyone being tired and busy most of the time.

The only time you ever really thought about it was when you were left to your own thoughts in your quarters, but the thoughts didn’t really last long.

You had a few childish fantasies, being swept off your feet and kissed after a battle had been won, or being kissed in the middle of the floor, dancing at the biggest party you’d ever seen- movie kisses, your own grand romance.

But you’d cut off those wayward dreams as soon as you could. You’d never kissed anyone, so what were you to imagine?

“And not once-” Poe started, watching you when your eyes looked a little lost. You didn’t really want to look at him. You were sure you were as red as you ever could be.

“Not really. I didn’t even really think about it… until now.” They were most definitely giving you disapproving looks, you decided. “Besides! Who knows where I’ll end up after this, I’ll meet a nice gal or guy. Someone to fill the empty void of Poe Dameron.” You added onto the end, trying to make the tone a bit lighter.

At that you looked at him finally, trying not to let the image of his face be burned into your mind, but it always was.

“Hey! You saying we’re not all gonna stay friends after this?” Finn voiced, unintentionally pulling himself closer to the table.

“Nah, we’ll be friends. Dameron’s not gonna get tied down by us.” Rey laughed, and looked at Finn with a light smile. Poe was definitely unpredictable. Maybe that was why you wouldn’t let yourself think of him.

“I get it, I get it. It’s attack Poe night! This is the thanks I get for buying you all beers.” He shook his head, drinking from his bottle again, letting his ease return.

“Hey, you bought the drinks, we never agreed we’d be nice.” Rey laughed again and you agreed with her, clinking drinks with her and Finn as Poe watched on in feigned misery. (He was just happy everyone was having a nice time.)

You got back to your quarters just over an hour later, deciding not to shower so you could have one to wake yourself up the next morning, ease any remaining alcoholic out your system.

You shared your quarters with Poe, bunked together since you were stuck in an older, smaller resistance camp. It didn’t bother you, mostly just having to move around each other quite awkwardly when you rushed around in the mornings.

“…Poe?” You called out into the darkness barely 10 minutes since you’d both laid down. You were up on the top bunk, laid on your stomach as one arm hung off the edge of your bed.

You suddenly felt unreasonably lonely, thoughts racking your brain far more suddenly and quickly than they usually did when you tried to sleep; Poe was the only voice you wanted to hear to fix it.

“Hm?” He hummed back, not yet groggy, but he was probably still a bit sleepy.

You felt bad to bother him, but one question hung at the back of your mind and you weren’t sure you’d sleep well if you didn’t ask.

“Do you think it’s um..” Okay now you regretted it, feeling awkward and childish. Too late. “Do you think it’s weird that I haven’t kissed anyone?”

The word ‘kissed’ felt so strange leaving your mouth, like an embarrassing word you’re not meant to say.

Mostly it felt so odd saying it to Poe, like it was meant to be said but it wasn’t at the same time. Saying it in the dark, knowing he laid in his bed below you felt like mistletoe hanging above a door.

He didn’t reply immediately, he was probably just thinking of a response, but you couldn’t help your mouth from running to fill the silence. You didn’t want your words to be left out in the open. “L-like should I have- I don’t know- just grabbed someone by the collar and-”

You felt his hand reach up and brush your own, lightly tugging on two of your fingers. You completely lost your train of thought (not that you were saying much of use) and hummed contentedly at the contact.

“You wanna talk, come down here.” He tugged lightly again, but moved to just brush his fingers against your own as you considered his response.

Then you got up, groaning slightly at the awkward movements from the bunk and trying to hide the slight shaking of your legs. It didn’t make sense for you to be anxious.

You stood above his bed slightly for a second, mostly trying to figure out where he was in the darkness. Then you slipped in next to him, pressed quite tightly against him thanks to the small bunk, but you looped a leg across him and moved into him slightly making the situation a bit comfier for you both.

You were sure he could feel the way you shook slightly as you moved.

It wasn’t the first time you’d laid in the same bed as him, you’d sleep next to each other after a bad mission if you needed the company, though sometimes you’d both have slightly poorer excuses- like the cold.

“Honestly?” He asked, and you hummed almost nervously in response. “A little. Not that I’m judging you just-” He paused for another second, thinking for the word. “I kind of just assumed you’d been there, y’know?”

You hummed again, moving closer to him when he’d leaned away from you slightly when he talked.

It was nearly pitch black, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tilt your head up at him. You weren’t sure if you were embarrassed or shy, the latter of which you’d never really associated with yourself.

Poe didn’t know what would happen after the war was over, of course he didn’t. In his mind all he saw was you and him, god knows where, basking in whatever sun- just happy. He just saw you.

He imagined him kissing you everywhere he could, you giggling and pushing him away because you were out in the open, but neither of you really caring.

He’d never thought of how he’d get there or what could happen. Typical of him, really. All his strange dreams felt stupid now. He couldn’t see past himself.

“Can I um-” He paused again. He didn’t know what to say. “Do you think about it? Like, at all.”

“Y-yeah, I think so.” Your voice was much smaller than normal, and you could feel yourself hiding your face from him.

You couldn’t bear the thought of divulging everything you thought of him, not right now anyway. And you knew he was trying to make you out in the darkness.

“After a mission, when I’m tired, that’s when I think about it. It’s um, it’s silly to think about something you’ve never done.”

“No it isn’t.” He replied softly and knowingly, his hand gently running across your back as you both speak. His voice was just as small as yours.

“Isn’t it?” You asked unassuredly, breathing out a small sigh. Maker, you wish you knew what he was thinking. Sometimes you thought you knew everything Poe was thinking, other times you weren’t as sure.

It wasn’t a bad thing, you liked his unpredictable qualities, but other times- like this time- you’d do anything just to know what he did. “I thought about it with you.”

You let that hang in the air, just for a minute, unsure where you wanted to go with it. Maybe you just wanted him to know.

But he did, he most definitely did, and his hand tracing on your back didn’t even pause. “N-not some quick victory kiss after battle, just-” You couldn’t say it. “Well, you know.”

Your body went rigid against him for a second, suddenly struck by the weight of what you had said. But no, you corrected yourself, you wanted him to know more than anything on the cosmos.

It was a weight off you, and you let out the breath you were holding. And then you felt him hold you tighter.

His hand moved up to your hair, stroking it for a few times before you felt him move forward, placing a small kiss near your temple. He’d probably done that a million times over, but not so soft, and definitely not after some terrible confession of feelings.

He didn’t say anything. Poe wasn’t entirely sure he could say anything, because he felt too many things and couldn’t find the words to match them. But the kiss seemed to tell you everything you needed to know.

“Not what I meant.” You whispered, smiling against him. You couldn’t help your hand clutching tightly on his shirt for a second, too scared to hold him any closer to you.

But you were strangely happy, a sense of comfort you weren’t sure you’d ever felt before. Everything about the moment just felt right.

“Can I kiss you properly?” He asked you in a small voice, and this time you tilted your head up to him. You wanted to see his face when he asked you that, you could almost make out his face in the shadows.

It was close to the face you imagined when you thought about kissing him, so unreasonably warm and loving, but somehow you couldn’t have imagined the softness on his features.

“Are you gonna be a gentleman about it?” You asked, raked with nerves, your voice showed that plainly. But it was still a yes, and you wanted it so, so badly. He felt you clutch tighter to him nonetheless.

“I promise.” He spoken a whisper, his hand already stroking your cheeks a few times. The contact was unfamiliar, but you reached your own hand up to his face and mirrored the action- letting it run across his cheek and jaw, just as you always wanted to.

He was perfect.

“Okay then.” You moved your body up closer, letting your cheek rest against his hand for a few seconds as you searched each other’s faces.

His eyes were gorgeous, even in the shadowed darkness, you were sure you were looking at him with the most love-blown eyes, and that was exactly what you saw back.

And then he gently pulled his face closer, your eyes closed far sooner than his did, and he tried to memorize your face as he pushed his lips against yours.

It was a light peck, and he pulled away for a second after. Looking to you for any kind of protest before he moved in and kissed you again.

A proper kiss this time, letting his lips move against yours for a few seconds until you realized the rhythm and reciprocated. It felt perfect, pressed against your best friend in a more intimate way than ever- but it was so soft and lovely, you wanted it forever.

(Best friend didn’t feel like the right word anymore, but you were too enamoured by him to think of anything better.)

Your hand against his cheek held him just a little bit tighter, reveling in the feeling of him against you.

You couldn’t help a soft noise you made, barely a moan at the lightness and quietness of it- but Poe couldn’t help himself, pressing even further into you, his chest flush against your own and his hand running across your cheek and into your hair.

He could stay like that forever, kissing you in every way he’d ever thought of. Your cheek, your lips, your neck- he’d kiss you for hours on end if you’d let him. And maybe you finally would.

You remained like that for just a second longer until Poe moved away, and you both had to take a deep breath. You smiled at him again, keeping your hand still on the back of his neck just to keep him close.

You moved a hand to trace across his eyebrow, watching your thumb brush against him as his eyes stayed fixated on yours. He couldn’t form any thought, the feeling of your lips against his fogging up his mind.

Your eyes drifted back to his, catching his smitten look, and you had to hope the redness of your face wouldn’t be visible in the low light.

“I’m sorry I’m not a good kisser.” You said awkwardly, still stunned and with nothing else to say. You wanted to kiss him again.

“We’ll practice.” He smiled again, letting his hand run through your hair then giving you a soft kiss on the cheek.

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blu-joons · 3 years

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Underneath The Mistletoe ~ Johnny Seo

The night was beginning to draw in, the final remnants of Christmas day were left to be celebrated. As a chill graced the air you made your way out of the porch of your parent’s home feeling the crunch of the layer of snow under your booted feet.

As you let go of a sigh the air clouded, the colour of your hands turning a light shade of red as you gripped to the balcony. It had been the best part of a year since you last visited home, but one thing you made sure to never miss was Christmas.

This year was made extra special by Johnny being able to join you in a gap in his schedule, for several years your parents had been inviting him over but he always happened to be busy, but this year, he found the time to make for you.

It had been perfect, everything you could have dreamed of. You were lucky that your parents bonded so well with Johnny, and he absolutely adored them too, welcoming him into your family like he was one of their own.

The creak of the old door frame opening brought you out of your thoughts, you glanced across to see Johnny appearing by your side, handing you a thermal mug filled with hot chocolate, one for himself in his own hand too.

“When your parents bought us couple’s mugs, I thought it was stupid, but these have actually turned out to be quite handy,” he chuckled.

You lifted the lid up of the mug, allowing the steam to warm your face back up and get rid of the red hue on your cheeks as you tried to warm up. His body leant against the balcony matching your own, elbows touching against one another.

His body was wrapped up tightly having spotted you outside when he got up to grab a bite to eat, grabbing his coat and scarf before risking the outside. He was much better dressed than you were, rolling his eyes as you let go of an icy sigh.

“Do you want my jacket?” He offered, already beginning to slip it off, but your head shook, pulling it back around him. “You’ll catch a death if you stay out here like that much longer.”

Your shoulders shrugged, the weather didn’t matter, it never mattered when you were home, it was something you’d learnt to embrace. Nowhere in the world felt quite as cold as home, but that was why you loved it so much.

With your decline, Johnny instead pulled you closer into him, resting his hands either side of you on the balcony. “At least this will keep you a little warmer if you stand here for a while.”

“I’m not that cold, it just seems that way.”

“If you’re not cold, tell me why your hands match Rudolph’s nose,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

With the sleeves of his jacket covering his hands, he rested them over yours and tightly squeezed against your skin to try and bring a bit of colour back to it. He didn’t know how you managed to stay outside when he would have been straight indoors at the first sign of a chill.

His chin rested against the top of your head as you snuggled further into the warmth of his chest. “Have you had a good Christmas with all of us?” You suddenly asked, hearing him hum in response to you.

“It’s probably been my favourite Christmas ever because I got to spend it with you. And you got me some epic presents like you always do, you always manage to exceed yourself every year, I don’t know how you do it,” he said.

You were pretty proud of your presents especially having paid attention throughout the year at all the little things he mentioned that he wanted.

“Well, I loved my watch that you bought me too, it’s the exact one that I wanted.”

The two of you fell back into a comfortable silence as you began to drink your hot chocolates, staring out at the picturesque scenery your parent’s garden provided. Droplets of snow hovered off all the tree branches, footprints were scattered everywhere from the last few days of playing in the snow, and the moon was beginning to light up perfectly to begin the festive period to a close.

Everything was just as you could have wished for, your very own winter wonderland, and the best present of all stood right by your side, finally being able to be with Johnny.

“I don’t think I’ve properly wished you a Merry Christmas today,” he noted, looking down at you.

“I’m sure you did; didn’t we say it when we woke up this morning?” You asked, thinking back.

Waking up in his arms on Christmas morning felt like a dream in itself, so you understood if maybe you had dreamt it. But you were sure as you watched his eyes open and his lips part, the two magical words came out of his mouth.

His head shook leaving you confused, as he placed his mug down onto the floor. “How can I have wished you properly if there was something missing from it?”

You watched closely as he reached into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a twig of mistletoe and holding it high above you. Your hand quickly came up to hide your giggle as his eyes fluttered shut and his lips pouted. You leant up to meet his lips, capturing them sweetly for a few moments, enjoying the feeling of the warmth of his body.

“Now my Christmas is complete,” he chuckled as you pulled away from him, watching the mistletoe slip out of his hold, falling gently in the gust of wind into the mountain of snow that had gathered in front of the balcony.

“I thought your Christmas was already complete by being here with me?” You challenged, remembering the second thing he told you as the two of you woke up that morning.

“It was, but I just had to be definitely sure that it was complete this time.”

Your smile grew, jabbing into his side. “You’ll do anything for a kiss sometimes, won’t you?”

If there was one thing Johnny would never tire of, it was your kisses. He was always around kissing you, whether it be raining or sunny, warm, or cold, he’d always be by your side with his lips pouted, silently demanding from you.

“I can’t help it that you’re so irresistible,” he teased, snaking his arms tightly around your waist.

Your head shook, twirling back around to look out over the garden, you only had two more days left at home before you had to go back with Johnny, all the sights that you would miss, and the people that you’d be without soon began to hit you.

“When do you think we’ll come back home?” You asked, tilting your head up to look at Johnny. “Well, to my home anyway.”

“Is this not my home?”

His eyes furrowed as you poked against his cheeks, “you know this is your home too, but you have your proper home. It’s only when I come back here do I remember how much I miss it when I’m not here, even though I love it with you.”

“I know the feeling.”

He tried to be strong and not let you see how much it phased him, but he hated being away from home too. He’d forgotten over the years what it really meant to be at home for Christmas, forgetting how special the times were that you all spent together.

“Maybe we should go to your family next year.”

He couldn’t lie, the thought of being back with his family brought a smile to his face, a tear to his eye, it had been far too long for them all. “We’ve got a whole year to talk about it yet, there’s still plenty of time for us to decide where we’ll spend Christmas.”

“Or maybe we could do it together, invite all our families to our place and really make it a Christmas that everyone will be able to remember.”

“I’ll agree to that so as long as you let me fill the place with mistletoe so I can kiss you wherever, and whenever, I want,” he teased, trailing several chilly kisses along your cheek. “Okay, maybe just one piece then, so I can still kiss you.”

You nodded in agreement, bending down to pick up the twig and hold it up against your head, offering your cheek for him to kiss, except his lips diverted, pressing against your own.

“Now my Christmas is complete, I got a kiss from you,” you blushed.”

His eyes lit up at your cheeky smile, “you don’t need to have mistletoe to get a kiss from me. Just say the words and I will always be happy to oblige and give you the best kiss in the world.”

“Best kisses in the world? Then why don’t you prove it?”

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annabethy · 3 years

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under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 18: presents

Character A and Character B save Christmas,, percabeth

Percy has never felt as much horror as he does right now. He’s staring at the back of his closet, in complete terror, his heart dropping to the floor. He can’t breathe or hear or see because there’s supposed to be ten presents and he counts nine.

There was a doll missing. An expensive, eating, talking doll that was all his daughter wanted in life. He swears that he had gotten his daughter the present she wanted most, except apparently, he didn’t because it’s not there.

He tries to think about what to do, but the reality of the situation is he really can’t do anything. He’s pretty sure every four-year-old girl on this planet wanted the doll he thought he had sitting in the closet for Christmas. There’s approximately zero chance he’s going to be able to get his hands on it only five days before Christmas, so. He’s screwed.

Percy thinks he has to at least try anyways. He’d nearly ruined Christmas last year because he hadn’t known how to wrap presents, and his neighbor had to help him at three in the morning, which was embarrassing to say the least. He’s determined to not fail that badly this year, and that’s exactly why he’s standing back outside that same neighbor’s door after dropping his daughter off at school.

“I need help,” is the first thing he says when the door swings open.

“Good morning to you too,” Annabeth says.

“I messed up,” he breathes, but he steps forwards to plant a quick kiss on her lips. “I need your help. Desperately.”

“What did you do?”

“You know that doll that my kid’s been talking about for months?”

“The one I have sitting in the back of my car for mine, I’m sure.”

He pauses. “You have one?!”

“You don’t?”

He whines, “I thought I did but turns out I completely forgot to get it.”

She laughs in his face.

“This isn’t funny. This is a Christmas crisis.”

“Yeah. You fucked up.”

“You’re my girlfriend. Aren’t you supposed to help me?”

“Five days before Christmas?” She snorts. “Good luck.”

Percy runs his fingers through his hair, frustrated. “Our girls are at school, so I need you to go shopping with me.”

“What good am I going to be for a doll that you’re going to have to murder someone to get your hands on it?” “Well, you tend to murder people with your eyes. It used to be scary, but now it’s useful.”

“Your master plan is to unleash me in a store so I can commit homicide over a toy?”

“I don’t care what you do as long as we get that doll, so come on.” He waves his keys in her face. “Get in the car.”

She gives him a humored look and opens her door wider. “Come in. I’m going to need a minute.”

Annabeth actually ends up needing twenty minutes, something he helpfully reminds her of as she’s getting dressed. His rush definitely doesn’t stop him from enjoying the view, but the shirt that she throws at his face does.

By the time they’re finally out of the house, they are on a mission. Annabeth’s sitting in the passenger seat of the car, and as Percy rightfully predicted, she is out for blood. Her phone is in her hand as she switches from app to app in search of anyone who has the toy.

Percy’s hand grips the steering wheel tightly. Driving in New York in December is not something he’s ever enjoyed doing with the way people drive like animals, but Christmas is in the line, and he too has turned into an animal.

“Any luck?” he asks hopefully, drifting down the highway.

“A store an hour away says they have it in stock,” she says. “Only one left, so drive fast.”

“Make that twenty minutes,” he says, and then he’s stepping on the gas. It’s a lot of switching in and out of lanes because people don’t understand that he has places to be. Every two seconds, Annabeth screaming out a status update, which has startled him enough to almost crash at least twice.

“It’s still in stock!”

“Yes, thank you babe, because I was sure that it had been sold within the last thirty seconds.”

Annabeth mutters something under his breath, but there’s a faint smile on his face. Despite being as stressed as he is that he’s failed as a father for the second year in a row, he surely loves spending time with her like this. She’s such a cutthroat person, and it warms his heart.

“Oh, someone bought it.”

Percy groans. “Of course they did.”

“Keep driving this way. There’s a store thirty minutes ahead that might have it.” Another beat passes. “Never mind.”

“She’s going to hate me,” he says.

“Probably. Even I know it’s the one thing she wanted more than anything.”

“Way to rub it in.”

“I do it because I love you.”

He feels pretty upset, but the words raise his mood instantly. If his daughter disowns him, at least he has the love of his life to help him through it. “I love you too, even though you like to tease me.” “Just keeping you on your toes.” She shifts in the seat and points further down the road. “Take this exit. We’re going to do this old fashioned.”

He listens. “Old fashioned?”

She grins. “We’re going to a toy store.”

The second they walk in, Percy feels like sneezing. It’s a bit dustier than he would like, and the lightest isn’t the best, but there aren’t many people there, so he thinks he at least has a chance of finding the toy. Annabeth slides her hand into his as they stroll around, and he pulls her closer into his side. He tries to keep his eyes looking for the toy, but he quickly learns that it wasn’t going to help. The toys here didn’t seem to be the most up-to-date, but he doesn’t say anything. He’s come to terms that that toy is just not happening. He’ll probably end up compensating for it with an overload of different toys, so he uses this time instead to enjoy time alone with Annabeth. They’re usually with their kids whenever they’re together, and their girls have quickly become best friends (much to his delight — he thinks he might want to marry Annabeth), so it’s nice to be alone outside of the house.

Not that he minds being inside the house alone either, if you know what he means. He thinks there should be a healthy balance.

“Are you okay?” she asks softly, bumping his shoulder. He shrugs. “Just disappointed. She was so excited for it.”

“Let’s go try another place then,” she says, turning in his arms. He instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Let’s just go home and snuggle instead,” he says. “I don’t think we’re going to be finding that toy anytime soon.”

“I don’t mind snuggles,” she tells him, smiling. “But let’s try one more place, yeah? Or we can get something to eat?”

It’s not until she mentions food that he realizes how hungry he really is. He doesn’t remember eating at all that day, too in a rush in the morning, and the afternoon being no different. He kisses her softly again. “Let’s go on a Christmas lunch date.”

That Christmas lunch date ends up being in the front seats of his car, but he’s not picky. They’re in the parking lot of wawa, Annabeth with mac n cheese in her hands, and Percy with a cheeseburger. As she eats, Percy keeps his eyes on her. Everything she does is so cute, including eating, and he doesn’t know if it’s normal to feel this way about someone. Her cheeks are still hinted pink from when they’d been outside ten minutes prior, and she’s still wearing a knitted hat. She looks so warm that he desperately wants to pull her onto his lap and just hold her.

“What are you looking at?” she asks, spoon hovering in front of her mouth.

Percy smiles at her fondly. “You.”

“Why?”

“Because I love you,” he says. “And you’re so pretty all the time.”

“All the time?”

“All the time,” he confirms, setting his food aside so he can lean towards her, nuzzling his face in her neck. He kisses the soft skin twice. “When you wake up, and when you fall asleep, you’re always so perfect.”

“You watch me sleep?” she teases.

“Sometimes,” he admits. “You don’t stay over every night. Otherwise, I would cuddle you to sleep every day.”

“Sounds dreamy.”

“It would be.” He pulls his head off of her so he can look her in the eyes. Overwhelming love stares back at him, and for a moment, he cannot think of anything except her. She’s so beautiful and perfect, and it’s taken him this long to find her. She’s there for him, and she loves his daughter, and he loves hers. She drops everything to go on a run to save Christmas with him, and he’s in love with her.

He wants to fall asleep to her and wake up to her. Not just sometimes, but every night and every morning. He wants to wake up on Christmas morning to their kids bouncing on their bed to wake their parents up, to share a look with her that screams ‘tired but in love’ with each other and the life they’ve created.

“Move in with me,” he blurts out.

Annabeth laughs. “What?”

“I’m serious,” he says, sitting up straighter. “Let’s move in together. I love you, and I want to spend the rest of our lives together, and… I want to marry you someday.”

She blinks, and he feels panic take over for a second before she smiles again, teeth sparkling and white. “Percy… are you being serious?” He laughs. “I am.”

“You want to move in with me?”

“I do.”

Annabeth stares at him for a second, unmoving, before she’s rushing forwards, pressing her lips to his. He responds enthusiastically, his heart fluttering, having him feel lightheaded in the best way possible. “Let’s move in together,” she mutters against him, and Percy can’t stop smiling. Teeth clash, but he can’t find it in him to quell the grin.

He’s pretty sure people are walking by outside the car wondering why they’re practically making out in the car, but they stay like that anyways until they can no longer breathe.

“I love you,” he says. “Thank you for trying to help me save Christmas.”

“Help you save Christmas?”

“Mission objective failed. There’s going to be no doll under that tree.”

“Okay, so…” Annabeth’s tongue presses out slightly between her lips as she bites down to smother a smile. “What if I told you that I actually have two of them?”

“I’m sorry. You what?”

“I had a feeling you might forget, so I just got two of them.”

“Oh my god.”

“I know I’m a god.”

“I can’t believe you let me drive around the city for hours for no reason!”

“It wasn’t for no reason! I wanted to spend time with you!”

“We could have spent time together doing something more romantic than panicked Christmas shopping!”

“I didn’t want to do something else,” she says. “This was perfect. More realistic.”

“You’re a little tease, you know that?”

She pokes his cheek, and he nips lightly at her finger. “Yeah, but you still want to move in with me anyways.”

“Now that you’re going to give me the present that saves Christmas? How could I not?”

She leans across the center console so she can kiss him properly. “You could always just marry me instead.”

“The thing is I’m actually considering it,” he says playfully, though he’s telling the truth. “I could get down on one knee right now.”

She grins and kisses him again. “Next Christmas,” she says, sounding a lot like a promise. He doesn’t mind waiting until next Christmas. He has everything he needs right here in front of him. “Next Christmas, I’m going to make you my wife.”

Annabeth’s fingers run through his hair and pull him in closer. “I’ll be waiting,” she says, and Percy just knows they’re going to live an amazing life together.

The person he fell in love with is the person that helped him save Christmas, and he doesn’t mind one bit.

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #percabeth #percy jackson and the olympians #my writing

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blue-bird-kny · 3 years

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Day 3: Operation Mistletoe

Happy day 3 with Genya! In my head I just imagined him moving around like a ninja so this was hilarious to write lol ~Amanda

Warning: Cussing and suggestive themes (aged up ofc)

( 850 words)

↳ {In which Genya tries to avoid your holiday thirst traps, ultimately failing}

You walked steadfast, a cheshire grin eating away at your features with just the tiniest glint of mischief in your eyes. Your feet unconsciously carried you home from the market, a brown paper bag grasped tightly against your chest, the brightly colored contents spilling out from the top. Shimmering tinsel, lush wreaths, and other holiday nik-naks weighed the bag down, however they all almost paled in comparison to one particular item you spent a pretty penny on; mistletoe in all shapes and length lay tucked away carefully in your pocket. Your plan was simple: trap Genya in a maze of mistletoe around your home, leaving him no choice but to provide you with the endless kisses you’ve been longing for. As you hung the plants in random spots, above doorways and on window pans, a small part of you felt bad; you respected Genya and his aversion to PDA, however you had to remind yourself this was different because he was protected by the walls of the house. You stepped off the stool to admire your work, not a single room safe from your tactic. “It's perfect”- Genya had no clue what he was coming home to.

The next morning you woke bright and early, throwing together a delicious spread of all of Genya’s favorite foods, the rich scent of savory dishes wafting throughout the house and pouring out the window you definitely didn't leave open on purpose. “What’s the celebration? You never feed me this well” Genya let himself in, shaking off his snow covered boots to shut out the chill the open door was letting in. You rushed over, waiting expectantly as if Genya would somehow read the signs, “What the hell you lookin’ at like that?” his brows furrowed over his dark eyes in confusion. “Don’t you see the mistletoe hanging above us? Take a hint and pay up” you leaned closer to his quickly reddening face, eyes locked in a staring contest. The cogs turned in Genya’s brain as he rushed to find an out in this situation when it hit him. “Pipe down Pipsqueak, there’s no rule saying I have to kiss ya’ where you want” he smugly pointed out, shoving you off your tip-toes gently, placing a chaste peck on the crown of your hair, “Let’s eat, I’m fucking starving.”- Attempt one: semi-fail.

Genya was not one to be easily fooled, dodging each hanging plant skillfully, denying you of the one pleasure you’d worked so hard to achieve. “Genya could you please help me bring something inside!” you called, luring your boyfriend out into where he was defenseless. Warm breath heated your neck as he spoke, “I’m not stupid” you screamed in surprise at Genya’s voice behind you. “You almost killed me!” you pointed an accusing finger at your asshole boyfriend, who’s patronizing smirk left you blushing and embarrassed. Why was he even outside anyway?! Second attempt: major failure, plus he scared you shitless.

Eventually the sun buried itself below the horizon, welcoming the dim glow of the full-moon in its wake. With little resistance, you persuaded Genya to stay the night on the condition that you take down all the “annoying pieces of crap” you had scattered. Genya was already fast asleep beside you, his protective hold pressing you against his chest, “You’re too smart for your own good” you thought bitterly, studying the curves of his face. He looked younger when he slept; his features free of the usual scowl he wore and clean of any discretion or discoloration, save for the scar that ran over the bridge of his nose, “It's a good thing you’re good looking” a fond smile graced your lips. Out of the corner of your eye, the blue light filtering in from the window illuminated a familiar red from above your futon. “Genyaaa~” you prodded gently, drawing your fingers through his unruly treases and over his pink scar, maybe you could have one last attempt after all. His nose wrinkled at the feel of your nails against his skin, his lids begrudgingly lifting to reveal a pair of irritated, dark orbs. “What do you want?” his voice was deeper, horse from sleep, “I think you missed one” you teased referring to the last string of mistletoe. “You’re a moron, a complete dumbass” he wore a straight-face as he sat up onto his elbows.

“Come on, please! I promise I’ll be satisfied for the rest of the night” you jutted your lip out in a childish pout, silently pleading with your eyes. Genya thought for a moment, chuckling at your antics. His torso hung over yours, palm cupping the nape of your neck, carrying you closer till his lips ghosted against your awaiting pair. The first kiss was brief, his rough pair dancing against your softer ones, before pulling away too soon, your back arching off the bed in a desperate attempt to follow his warmth. His other hand slithered onto your hip as he crawled on top, growling “Don’t worry, I’ll leave you satisfied for a week.”

Holiday Event Masterlist

#fluffy feelings holiday event #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #genya shinazugawa #genya x reader #genya shinazugawa x reader #Christmas writing event #shinaguzawa genya #genya x reader fluff

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anonymous0writer · 4 years

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Crush II JJ Maybank

Author: @anonymous0writer

Warning: Swearing. Alcohol use. Mostly just fluff

Requested: Yes!

“JJ songfic request - Crush by Cigarettes After Sex. 💛 thanks for writing these, I LOVE songfics.”

A/N: This was so fun, and I love this song so much now. Sjsj Thank you anon!

Song lyrics look like this

I wanna line my walls with photographs you sent Of you lying in your swimsuit on the bed

Your phone chimed, lighting up the covers of your bed. You picked it up, knowing exactly who it was. Your boyfriend was trying on bathing suits and was giving you a virtual fashion show. In reality, you two were supposed to go to the beach with the rest of the crew in an hour, and JJ wanted your opinion on what bathing suit to wear. He was just making fun of you and how you texted him or asked his opinion on your clothes all the time.

You giggled and opened up the text. It was JJ, sun kissed skin and abs on full display in royal blue trunks. You grinned.

You: Looks great babe!

JJ: I’m not sure about it… let me try on five others. ;)

You rolled your eyes at the dig. You did not act like that. Usually you were only debating between two or three. Not seven. But JJ was a tease in everything he did, and you had to admit, this new game of his wasn’t bad. Afterall, you get countless pictures of your shirtless boyfriend making funny faces.

You admired the rest of his flood of photos, and secretly wished you could put them on your wall. The wall behind you was filled with polaroids of you and Kie dancing or laughing. Or you and John B. making silly faces, while the ones with you and Pope were doing funny poses. But there were a plethora of ones of the five of you, hugging, talking, dancing. And of course, ones of you and JJ. Or just JJ- those were your favorite. JJ would always be hugging you, or kissing you. One was of JJ holding mistletoe over your head and kissing you. Another one was of you thrown over JJ’s shoulder and laughing wildly. Your photo wall was everything to you, and a perfect look inside your life with the Pogues. But you’d love to put up photos of JJ shirtless and posing for you. Sure you snuck a couple photos of him at the beach, or in your bed, or just shirtless while mowing a lawn, but you couldn’t get enough of it. Of him.

Can't live without your love inside me now I'll find a way to slip into your skin somehow

You sat yourself next to your boyfriend, the couch dipping with your movements. His arm automatically went around your shoulders and tugged you close. You giggled, but sank into his warmth, breathing in his scent. JJ smelled of salt water and the faint touch of weed. You kissed his cheek as you wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, burying your head in his chest.

JJ was talking to John B. about either the new boat his dad got, or the job a Kook just hired him for. You didn’t pay attention, instead listening to the beat of his heart, calm and content in his chest. You slid your hands under his shirt, needing to feel his hot skin against your calm.

JJ glanced down at you, a small smile tugging at his lips. He kissed your hair and continued talking to his best friend. After their conversation trailed off, he leaned down to your ear.

“You okay, baby?”

You hummed in response, moving so you straddled him. He hugged you tight, slightly worried something was wrong and had upset you. He brushed your hair back, kissing your forehead.

“You sure, sweet girl?”

“I’m okay, J. I just wanted to love you,” You mumbled against his shirt as you curled tighter into him. To you, close was never close enough. You wanted to be touching his skin twenty four seven, and hold him all the time. You need his love like a choked man needing air.

“I love you.” You said, leaning back to look at him in the eyes. You couldn’t help but melt a little at the sight of his pale eyes. They were one of your favorite features of your boyfriend. His beautiful cerulean eyes.

“I love you more, baby.” JJ leans his forehead against yours, smiling.

I wanna fuck your love slow Catch my heart, go swim Feel your lips crush Hold you here my loveliest friend

You whimpered, relaxing on the bed as you came down from your high. Your skin was slick with sweat, and your hair stuck to your forehead as you took deep breaths. The boy next to you snuggled into your side, blonde hair tickling the underside of your jaw. You smiled at the feeling and reached up to run your fingertips lightly through his locks. He hummed in pleasure at the sensation.

He kissed the junction of your neck and shoulder, lips curving into a soft smile against your skin.

“That was really good.”

You hummed. “Amazing, actually.”

The tips of JJ’s fingers trailed over the bare skin above your hip, tracing small patterns. He tugged your closer, lips caressing your soft skin in long kisses. You closed your eyes, relishing in the ghost of the orgasm still hovering over you. You held the surfer in your arms, kissing his hair and tangling your fingers into the pale strands.

His hands continued trailing across your skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. You giggled at the feeling, thinking you could lay here forever. Forever with JJ in your arms, his hands tracing things onto your skin and your fingers finding home in his hair. This moment was perfect, and it was everything you needed. This was all you needed. JJ was all you needed.

I love to watch you when you're trying on your clothes And now you're all I think about when I'm alone

You tipped your head back as you laughed, joy lighting up your face as you twirled in the mirror.

“J, I could be a dancer!” You called, doing a ballet routine you barely remembered from when you were six and your mom made you take a couple lessons. You giggled and came to a halt as you looked at the boy in front of you.

He was admiring your beauty, and how happy you looked twirling for him. He grinned.

“It looks good on you baby.”

“You said that about the last two!” You cried, but glad he liked the dresses. A smile was etched onto your face as JJ smirked.

“Because it’s true. You looked in everything,” He arched a brow. “Though you’d look better without it…”

Heat rushed to your cheeks though after two years, you were used to the constant teasing and flirting and dirty jokes. You shook your head and ducked behind the curtain of the changing room. Before disappearing completely, you peeked out of the pattern curtain and grinned.

“You’re no help, you know that, Maybank?”

“You love it.” He replied, waiting as you changed and came out dressed in a silky, light blue dress. The straps were spaghetti and the color made your tan skin glow. You were in love with the dress, but you twirled for your boyfriend to get his opinion on it.

“How about this one?” You asked, smiling softly as the boy picked you up and spun you. You laughed, gripping his shoulders.

“This is the one.” JJ confirmed as he set you down. He curled his arms around your waist as you both peered into the mirror.

“You think?” You asked, debating over the three other dresses in your mind. This one was your favorite, but the others were good and more versatile. JJ rested his chin on your shoulder and smiled. He kissed your cheek and admired you.

“Definitely a keeper.” He decided.

But he wasn’t looking at the dress. Or even the mirror. He was looking straight at you.

Can't wait to feel your love inside me now We'll have a drink or two and we'll go to your house

JJ’s arm snaked around your torso as you perched yourself on his lap, beer in hand. You smiled down at him and continued your conversation with Kiara as JJ held you.

The small kegger you five threw at the Boneyard had boomed. And now, the whole stretch of beach was packed with drunk teenagers, tourists and even some Kooks. Someone, you still don’t know who, dragged another kegger onto the beach, doubling the amount of cheap alcohol along with the intake of it. So you and the rest of your tight-knit crew had gotten progressively more drunk as the night wore on.

And as the night wore on, JJ got more touchy. He was always a touchy boyfriend, but his hands played with the hem of your shirt and his lips were attached to your neck. His hands slid onto your stomach, making you gasp slightly at the cold touch of his fingers against your torso.

“JJ,” You spoke, pushing the boy's hands away once Kie left to find John B. and Pope had gone to refill drinks.

“I want you so bad right now, Y/N.” He whispered against your skin, another kiss caressing your skin.

“J, not now.” You giggled as his cold nose pressed against your neck. You felt his lips curve into a smile. “In a bit, yeah? When we get back to my house.”

Your voice dropped lower as Pope came back, red solo cups filled to the brim for you and your boyfriend. Pope would fill up the cups for you, but he’d never drink. Even though he was pretty shit at driving, he was always the designated driver. You smiled and offered a thanks as you wrapped your hand around the cup.

You continued to sit on your boyfriend's lap, talking and drinking with your friends. But you had to admit. You couldn’t wait until the party broke up and you went home. You couldn’t wait until JJ fucked you so hard you couldn’t form a thought.

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mxvladdy · 3 years

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Mistletoe Prt.3

Here’s the last one! Hope you like!

Asmodeus

-Adorable. He loves it. Does it have to be a kiss on the lips though? How unimaginative. -But white and green go great on him soooo -Doesn’t even try to subtle -Can and will go in for more than once for smooches

Darling~ Come over~ I have a surprise ;*

Your D.D.D lights up. Flashing and buzzing as you are bombarded with texts. The other occupants of the school study hall all shooting you scathing looks. You smile back apologetically digging through your tote for the pinging nuisance. Wrapping your hand around the device to muffle it’s noise you hurry out into the hallway to see what the emergency was.

The sigh of relief you exhale was only slightly tinged with annoyance as you read the messages.

Asmo- I told you I’m in remedial lessons today! I can’t. Can it wait till after dinner?

You hide the screen as you hear the door open. “Sorry- house emergency.” You lie, smiling up sheepishly at your professor. “I’ll be back in a moment.” Your professor grunts in acknowledgement, knowing all too well the foolishness that happens in that house. They scuttle back into the classroom with a terse warning to hurry it up. You nod and peak back at your phone.

My sinfully good looks wait for no one Plus I knoooow you’ll love this one! Oh! No-Wait! On second thought- take all the time you need. The anticipation will just make it all the more rewarding ;)

Rolling your eyes you pocket the device with a smile. Whether he is teasing or not at least you’ll have something to gossip about with Solomon next weekend. The rest of the time goes at a snail's pace. Much to your annoyance, Asmodeus’s little plan working like a charm. You were beyond curious to see what he had. You had to admit he gave the best presents and fashion tips. Wasn’t Majolish having a winter sale? Idly you let your mind wander to what was in store for tonight till your remedial lesson was over. Not waiting for the dismissal bell you pack quickly and make your way back home.

The halls are quiet when you enter. Most of the brothers still out doing their after school activities or jobs. You head to Asmo’s room without interruption and knock.

No answer.

“Asmo.” You try again knocking louder. “You in there?” Still nothing. Pressing your ear to the door you strain your senses to hear if he was in. The door swings open and you lurch forward toppling over yourself.

“Falling for me already? You haven’t even seen what I have on!” Asmo giggles from his place beside the door. He makes no offer to help you up instead waits for reaction. Righting yourself on the floor you gaze up at him ready to chew him out. Your words die on your lips, a chuckle slipping out instead. “Hey!” Asmo’s tone dropped from teasing to hurt. “Don’t laugh! I look adorable.”

“I’m not laughing at that. It’s- It’s just you do know you don’t get more kisses with the amount of mistletoe you have right?” You laugh harder as his face turns bright pink.

Collecting yourself, you look around the room. Bless, he put a lot of effort into this. His bedroom could have been a set for a home and living magazine. His fireplace was lit. Flames crackling merrily and throwing it’s toasty warmth around the room. On top of it the mantle is decorated with winter shrubbery and bowls of cinnamon scented pinecones, all tastefully topped with white little berries. A tray by his couch held a bottle of something red, no doubt a sweet dry wine and some snacks pilfered from the kitchens. He even had some blankets and pillows strewn about. Whether for use or decoration was anyone's guess. But, you had a nagging suspicion you would find out.

He looks down at his mistletoe themed ensemble then the room at large. “Guess I did go a little overboard.” He helps you up with a chuckle of his own. “But can you blame me?”

You hold him close snuggling into the soft sweater he wore (also knitted with little berries in the design). “Most definitely.” You agree. “Great attempt though. Earned you at least one kiss.”

“Oh?” He pouts. “Can’t break that silly ol’ human rule for me~” His brows waggle suggestively.

“Hmmm- promise not to tell anyone?” You link your fingers around his neck to pull him down for a gentle press of lips. He tasted like mint and sugar. “It’s quite unorthodox.”

“With enough incentive darling, anything for you.” He returns your chaste kiss with a heated one of his own.

Beelzebub

-Hmmm berries tasty -Honestly he doesn’t really care about it - He just never really gave it any mind. He wouldn’t force a kiss on you and this feels kinda like it -But if you're ok with this and free kisses? Well he can get behind that

How unusual. Well, it’s not unusual to see Beel in the kitchen. Not at all. What was odd was what he was doing. He was cooking, not just eating the ingredients. baking to be precise. You had come in for a midday cup of coffee and snack. But now you were curious to see what he was up to. To find him so thoroughly preoccupied was rare.

“Beel?” You approach him peeking over his massive back to see what he was flouring on the butcher block. He acknowledges you with a low grunt. His eyes locked with the screen of his phone. Back hunched and elbow deep in flour and egg he was kneading his dough. He was so engrossed. “You wanna go get something to eat?” You eye the mess in front of him. You can hear his stomach groan and growl. Yet he didn’t touch anything in front of him.

Suddenly his head snaps to you, eyes wide as he realizes who is in the room with him. “Ah-you were supposed to be in your room.” He rises to his full height trying to hide the mess on the table. He was covered in powdered sugar and flour, a smudge of jelly smeared across the arch of his nose to his right blushing cheek.

“Sorry. Want me to pretend I didn’t?” You wipe the jelly off of his face and smile.

“No-the surprise is lost.” He shakes his head, but brightens immediately. “It’s ok though, would you like to help?”

You agree readily, completing glossing over his previous comment. You were too excited to just spend some time cooking with him to notice. He was making shortbread cookies. Cut dough of all shapes and sizes were piled all over the counter. Some iced, some cooling, and some waiting to be shaped. You take up the mantle of the official cookie cutter picking through the multitude of different holiday cookie cutters he had bought to find the perfect one. “So what brought this on?” You ask from your perch a little while later. You were taking a break to watch him pull out a sheet from the oven with his bare hands.

He brings the tray over to the counter sliding the cookies off the sheet to the cooling rack. “I thought you would like it. Something to remind you of home.” Oh. He fiddles with his fingers picking at the nail beds before continuing. “And also I ah-” He turns to the fridge returning with a small plate with two iced cookies. “I made some with the mistletoe baked in, but then I read it was poisonous to humans. So I ate those.”

You looked down at the mistletoe shaped cookies. The white and green icing bleed a little at the edges but the lines were steady and done with care. You beam up at Beel taking the offered plate. He waits watching you take a large bite. You let out a delighted moan. The buttery cookie melts down on your tongue. The mix of salty and sweet was perfect.

“Good?” He asks, holding his breath. Nodding vigorously you offer him the other one. “No- I made those for you.” He takes one of the none iced ones and plops down next to you watching you enjoy your treat.

“This was wonderful! Thank you Beel.” The Devildom was great but you did miss some of the smaller things the human world had to offer. “You know the old tradition with mistletoe?” He cocks his head and shrugs, mouth full of cookies. He knew it was something couples did but beyond that he couldn’t recall.

You wave him down to your level. He goes leaning down to meet your determined gaze. Quick as a wink you strike kissing him twice. Once on his lips then the second time to chase away the crumbs stuck to the corner of his lips. He leans back swallowing with an audible gulp. “The first one was for the mistletoe and the second was for the cookies.”

“Oh-” He croaks dumbly. “I have more shaped like that on the cooling rack.”

“I’ll help you ice them if you pay me in some kisses of my own.” You’ve never seen him move so fast.

Belphegor

-Meh. He use to love it when he would still visit the human realm as an angel

-Now though, the peasantry of it is dulled. Reminds him of sweeter yet more sour times with his sister

-But with you around now he might just give it another shot

The bed sheets shift uncharacteristically behind you. Belphie’s warm body disappearing from your back. Odd. You squint to the grandfather clock across his room. It was way too early for Belphie to be moving. You stay curled under the blankets listing him to tiptoe around the attic. He mutters something under his breath bumping into something large and heavy on the floor. He goes quiet and you feel his eyes lock onto your back. You let out a snore.

“You are a terrible actor.”

“And you are terrible at sneaking.” You flip over to shoot him a glare. “Why are you out of bed? ‘M cold.” You yawn throwing the blankets back and beckoning him back. He doesn’t budge. “Belphie~” You whine patting his cooling spot.

“No. Go back to sleep.” He leaves not sparring you a second glance. Hmph- rude. Bundling up with his abandoned pillows you do just that. Too sleepy to be miffed at his curt behavior.

Next time you wake it’s to someone gently stroking your cheek. Humming you nuzzle into it ready to drift off again. Only then to have the same soft fingers pinch your nose shut. You gasp toppling over the side of the bed. Belphegor laughter clearing the sleep from your mind. “You ass.” You squeak up at him from your prone position on the carpeted floor.

He shrugs sliding down to the floor. “You wouldn’t wake up so-”

Gee, you wonder why. It was still super early in the morning, the second moon of the Devildom still high in the sky. You glance at the clock again. He had only been gone for an hour. “Are you going to tell me what this is all about?” You rub the sleep from your eyes.

He shakes his head and helps you to your feet. “Better yet, I’ll show you. Bring a pillow and put your slippers on. It’s cold.” He leads you out into the hall, his presences calm and contemplative. Surprisingly alert too.

Belphie takes you down to the house's planetarium unlocking the door with a flick of his hand. “Had to make sure the others didn’t ruin it.” He answers your confused look. “I would have to get violent if Mammon stole my stuff-again.” Pushing open the door he lets you in first. You gasp.

The room was a winter wonderland to put it mildly. Large ornaments dangled from the many wood beams of the ceiling. All for them giving off a soft glow of light like a lantern. Enchanted snow fell from the rafters. The flakes kissing your skin before melting on contact with your bed warmed skin. Snow and frost glistened around coating the plants and sitting area in a white blanket. Ice coats the window panes and clings to the arched ceiling. “Like it?” You nod wordlessly turning in slow circles to take it all in.

“Why aren’t I freezing?” You cup your hands, curious as to why the snow didn’t freeze your fingertips. He smiles softly at your wonder.

“It’s magic. Can’t have your weak human body freezing to death.”

“Hey!” He laughs at your feigned anger. Taking your hand again he helps you down to a nest of pillows and blankets all bundled around his stargazing machine. “What’s the occasion?” You ask, getting comfy down on the floor. He winks not answering you. Instead he goes to work on his machine. Once he is satisfied he comes to sit down next to you. Wordlessly you crawl into his lap, as you did every time he wished to stargaze with you.

He is quiet for sometime after that, only breaking it to point out an interesting constellation from time to time. You go into a peaceful daze, lulled by his warmth and his thumb stroking slow and soothing circle between your shoulder blades.

“I used to do this with Lilith. It was an old tradition of ours. During the winter months on earth we would sneak down to observe the stars. Sometimes even the northern lights depending on where we went.” He pauses for a moment lost in the past. You wait resting a hand on his knee. “We saw a lot of weird traditions down there. Some I loved. After-after the fall I lost a lot of those feelings. But then you had to show up…” He glances down at you with a wiry smirk. You return it followed by a middle finger. He flashes you a fang, pulling you closer to his chest. “There was one tradition I found the oddest, but I always enjoyed it. Would you like to try it with me?”

You nod intrigued to what human custom such an ancient being like him enjoyed. He jerks his chin to one of the lower beams of the ceiling. Tied to it was a mass of white and green berries. “Wow.” It was all you were able to muster, your throat feeling tight from the sentiment and implications.

“Tch-Do you not like it?” His voice turns terse unsure if he should be insulted or saddened.

“No, never. Just wasn’t expecting you to be so smooth.” You chuckle leaning up to press a kiss to the underside of his jaw.

“Hey!” He snaps pulling your head away. “That didn’t count.”

“No?.” You huff. “Perhaps you should show me how it’s done then.”

#obey me #obey me asmodeus #Obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons

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