#Ileva Mors

[starry-slithers]

(special shout out to @venomekans who inspired me to write this!!!)

as always, Riz and the gremlins belong to @rene-hl-trashcan

Summary: During Christmas in the Mors house after hogwarts with their 7 year old daughter Alise and 5 year old twin boys William and Lukas, Cariad and Riz try to surprise their kids by having their father dress up as Santa. But it takes an unfortunate twist after a story Uncle Sylvan told William.

“Allie, come on, off to bed- or else the man in red won’t arrive.” Ushered Cariad, as Alise lingered by the fire, glancing at the cookies she and her brothers had made earlier that day. 

“Mama?”

“Yes, my love?” 

“Will Santa really come?”

“Of course he will, my darling. You’ve been very well behaved this year.” She coaxed Alise into her arms, bouncing her on her hip. Riz had already taken the 5 year olds to bed. The little dark haired girl wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck. 

The door to the twins room was slightly ajar, and they saw the two boys piled on top of their dad, fast asleep in their Christmas pyjamas. Riz was tenderly stroking their hair, before hauling them over his shoulder and placing them in bed, tucking them in nice and snug. He glanced at his wife and oldest daughter, in the process of stooping down to kill William and Lukas’ forehead. After giving the children a soft smile, he walks to his girls, kissing them too.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” He whispered to his daughter.

“Merry Christmas Daddy!”

Both Cariad and Riz went to tuck in Alise, laying her down gently and brushing hair out of her face. 

“Sleep well, Allie.” Whispered Cariad, covering the girl in her blanket and working her favourite doll into her arms. The blonde told the little girl stories and sung lullaby’s, stroking her hair until her eyes drooped and she could turn off her bedside lamp. 

She crept downstairs , still silent so she didn’t wake Ileva, who was staying with them for the holidays. She sighed as she reached the living room, fire still crackling. A decoration had fallen from the tree so she walked over, stooping down to hang it up again. As she did, she felt arms wrap around her waist.

“Riz-.”

“Nuh huh. That’s Santa to you, Mrs Mors.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

She turned around in his arms and saw him decked out in the traditional Santa Claus outfit- topped with red hat all the way down to the leather boots. She slid her hands up his chest, eventually winding them around his neck, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape.

“Red suits you, darling.” She looked up at him with slightly hooded eyes.

“Yeah? I figured I’d surprise the kids.” He nuzzled her neck, leaving afew kisses there. Cariad fumbled to adjust the gramophone, so it quietly played music.

Slowly, their rhythmic swaying turned into a slow waltz. She leaned up to kiss him gently, his gloved hands on her cheek,  when she heard it. 

“Crucio!” Said the voice of William, who was only five, pointing his wand at his father. Alise and Lukas stood behind him, berating him for casting the torture spell on THE Santa Claus. 

Cariad looked worried. She could tell that, despite Riz’s inability to feel pain, his body was about to shut down on itself. 

“Alise, Lukas, off to bed you two.” She said softly, not wanting to snap despite how worried and frightened she was that her five year old son had been able to cast an unforgivable. She noticed William about to follow his siblings.

“Will. No. Stay here.” 

He glanced up at her with his big red eyes. Same as his father’s. Once the others were out of earshot, she helped Riz to lay down, caressing his cheek. 

“Are you ok darling?” She knew he wasn’t ok, she wasn’t stupid, he was minutes from shutting down. 

He removed his dumb Santa beared and beckoned Will closer. The boys eyes widened when he saw that it was his dad under the Santa costume. His hand trembled. 

“I’m going to have a word with your godfather about this.” She muttered under her breath to Will, knowing Sylvan had been the one to teach him, almost certainly. 

“Now, care to explain why you cast an unforgivable?”

“I-“ his bottom lip trembled as tears welled him his eyes. “I thought he wasn’t ok- was going to hurt you…” 

Cariad raised an eyebrow.

“Hurt me?” 

“U-uncle Sylvan said Santa is a creep who stalks children…I-i thought daddy was Santa and that the creepy old man was going to try and kiss you and make you uncomfortable…” Tears rolled freely down his cheeks. Riz carefully helped Will to lay on his chest. Cariad had her eyebrows creased. He’d wanted to protect her…

“Will…” Started Riz carefully. “I’m so, so proud that you wanted to save your mother…I really am…but you can’t just do that.” 

“I-I’m sorry-.” 

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. Just don’t do it again, alright? You will need a small punishment- but after Christmas, alright?”

Will nodded solemnly, cuddling into his dad.

“Am I on t-the naughty list now?…”

Cariads heart melted. 

“No, sweetie, you’ve just proved you were a good kid. Your methods were…unorthodox and wrong…but your heart was in the right place- that’s the only thing that matters.” 

She kissed his forehead. 

“Hey, kiddo, if you ever do want to practice that spell, you have to ask me first ok? Uncle Sylvan is the only one allowed to do ‘Curse first, questions later’, ok?” 

Cariad nudged him before taking Will back up to bed, the blonde boy wrapped around her like a koala.

He was tucked in, all tears forgotten, as Cariad went back to her husband and just….pampered him. She knew the effects of Crucio on him- so she could tell he was being a little dramatic for extra care and attention. But she was more than happy to give it to him. 

Oh, and when they were awoken on the couch by lleva and the trio of excited kids at the ass crack of dawn? Santa had been, and there were presents under the tree…

[ravenwind-75]

AHHH MY HEART SO PRECIOUS

(special shout out to @venomekans who inspired me to write this!!!)

as always, Riz and the gremlins belong to @rene-hl-trashcan

Summary: During Christmas in the Mors house after hogwarts with their 7 year old daughter Alise and 5 year old twin boys William and Lukas, Cariad and Riz try to surprise their kids by having their father dress up as Santa. But it takes an unfortunate twist after a story Uncle Sylvan told William.

“Allie, come on, off to bed- or else the man in red won’t arrive.” Ushered Cariad, as Alise lingered by the fire, glancing at the cookies she and her brothers had made earlier that day. 

“Mama?”

“Yes, my love?” 

“Will Santa really come?”

“Of course he will, my darling. You’ve been very well behaved this year.” She coaxed Alise into her arms, bouncing her on her hip. Riz had already taken the 5 year olds to bed. The little dark haired girl wrapped her arms around her mother’s neck. 

The door to the twins room was slightly ajar, and they saw the two boys piled on top of their dad, fast asleep in their Christmas pyjamas. Riz was tenderly stroking their hair, before hauling them over his shoulder and placing them in bed, tucking them in nice and snug. He glanced at his wife and oldest daughter, in the process of stooping down to kill William and Lukas’ forehead. After giving the children a soft smile, he walks to his girls, kissing them too.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” He whispered to his daughter.

“Merry Christmas Daddy!”

Both Cariad and Riz went to tuck in Alise, laying her down gently and brushing hair out of her face. 

“Sleep well, Allie.” Whispered Cariad, covering the girl in her blanket and working her favourite doll into her arms. The blonde told the little girl stories and sung lullaby’s, stroking her hair until her eyes drooped and she could turn off her bedside lamp. 

She crept downstairs , still silent so she didn’t wake Ileva, who was staying with them for the holidays. She sighed as she reached the living room, fire still crackling. A decoration had fallen from the tree so she walked over, stooping down to hang it up again. As she did, she felt arms wrap around her waist.

“Riz-.”

“Nuh huh. That’s Santa to you, Mrs Mors.” He whispered, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

She turned around in his arms and saw him decked out in the traditional Santa Claus outfit- topped with red hat all the way down to the leather boots. She slid her hands up his chest, eventually winding them around his neck, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape.

“Red suits you, darling.” She looked up at him with slightly hooded eyes.

“Yeah? I figured I’d surprise the kids.” He nuzzled her neck, leaving afew kisses there. Cariad fumbled to adjust the gramophone, so it quietly played music.

Slowly, their rhythmic swaying turned into a slow waltz. She leaned up to kiss him gently, his gloved hands on her cheek,  when she heard it. 

“Crucio!” Said the voice of William, who was only five, pointing his wand at his father. Alise and Lukas stood behind him, berating him for casting the torture spell on THE Santa Claus. 

Cariad looked worried. She could tell that, despite Riz’s inability to feel pain, his body was about to shut down on itself. 

“Alise, Lukas, off to bed you two.” She said softly, not wanting to snap despite how worried and frightened she was that her five year old son had been able to cast an unforgivable. She noticed William about to follow his siblings.

“Will. No. Stay here.” 

He glanced up at her with his big red eyes. Same as his father’s. Once the others were out of earshot, she helped Riz to lay down, caressing his cheek. 

“Are you ok darling?” She knew he wasn’t ok, she wasn’t stupid, he was minutes from shutting down. 

He removed his dumb Santa beared and beckoned Will closer. The boys eyes widened when he saw that it was his dad under the Santa costume. His hand trembled. 

“I’m going to have a word with your godfather about this.” She muttered under her breath to Will, knowing Sylvan had been the one to teach him, almost certainly. 

“Now, care to explain why you cast an unforgivable?”

“I-“ his bottom lip trembled as tears welled him his eyes. “I thought he wasn’t ok- was going to hurt you…” 

Cariad raised an eyebrow.

“Hurt me?” 

“U-uncle Sylvan said Santa is a creep who stalks children…I-i thought daddy was Santa and that the creepy old man was going to try and kiss you and make you uncomfortable…” Tears rolled freely down his cheeks. Riz carefully helped Will to lay on his chest. Cariad had her eyebrows creased. He’d wanted to protect her…

“Will…” Started Riz carefully. “I’m so, so proud that you wanted to save your mother…I really am…but you can’t just do that.” 

“I-I’m sorry-.” 

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. Just don’t do it again, alright? You will need a small punishment- but after Christmas, alright?”

Will nodded solemnly, cuddling into his dad.

“Am I on t-the naughty list now?…”

Cariads heart melted. 

“No, sweetie, you’ve just proved you were a good kid. Your methods were…unorthodox and wrong…but your heart was in the right place- that’s the only thing that matters.” 

She kissed his forehead. 

“Hey, kiddo, if you ever do want to practice that spell, you have to ask me first ok? Uncle Sylvan is the only one allowed to do ‘Curse first, questions later’, ok?” 

Cariad nudged him before taking Will back up to bed, the blonde boy wrapped around her like a koala.

He was tucked in, all tears forgotten, as Cariad went back to her husband and just….pampered him. She knew the effects of Crucio on him- so she could tell he was being a little dramatic for extra care and attention. But she was more than happy to give it to him. 

Oh, and when they were awoken on the couch by lleva and the trio of excited kids at the ass crack of dawn? Santa had been, and there were presents under the tree…