#my little snowball I wanna squish her cheeks

[amburppp]

Isane doodles <3

[jungshookz]

🧦 stocking stuffers: hwayoung likes snow but y/n likes it more

(unfortunately i’m not sure who the maker of this gif is but i found it from this source! please let me know if you know who the original maker is so i can give credit where credit is due! :-))

➺ pairing; min yoongi x reader

➺ genre; ceo!yoongiverse!! fluffier than freshly fallen snow!! hwayoung is bundled up in like four layers and can barely move!! jimin and jungkook are keeping little miss min company while yoongi and y/n chase each other around in the back like a couple of lovestruck teenagers <3 

➺ wordcount; 1.9k

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“IT’S SNOWING!”

hwayoung drops a wooden block in surprise when she sees you slide into the living room with a megawatt smile on your face

“it’s snowing, it’s snowing, it’s snowing-” you bounce up and down on the balls of your feet excitedly as you clap your hands like a seal on crack, “why are we just sitting here?? we need to go outside and play in the snow while it’s still nice and fresh-”

hwayoung tilts her head back to look up at yoongi as you continue to babble to yourself, yoongi peeking down at her from over the top of his laptop

“눈 마주치지 않으면 괜찮을거야. (don’t make eye contact with her and you’ll be fine.)” he jokes before leaning down to fix the collar of hwayoung’s little blue turtleneck sweater

he spent twenty minutes this morning figuring out what to dress hwayoung in because all of the choices in her closet were just so stinking adorable

he was going to put her in a long-sleeve burgundy henley at first but the turtleneck was the warmer option

what is it about a tiny chunky knit sweater that’s just so cute?! 

“으이고 귀여운 거... (oh, my cute girl…)” yoongi tuts, pinching hwayoung’s chubby cheek gently before sitting back up and leaning against the couch

hwayoung babbles mindlessly to herself before reaching over to pick up her fallen block 

“i’ve already texted jimin and jungkook and they’re both coming over now-” you pull your phone out of your back pocket when you feel it buzz, “ooh! jimin said they’d swing by starbucks to get us some hot chocolate- do you want hot chocolate or your usual coffee?“

“jimi…” hwayoung mutters to herself as she focuses back on her precious blocks, “jungoo…”

she was in the middle of building a castle before you came running in like a rabid dog

should she put it on the left or on the right…?

hwayoung places it on the left before leaning back a little to look at it

perfect!

she’s building her empire >:-)

“i’m fine with coffee. and i suppose we could go out for a bit…” yoongi trails off before turning to glance out the window, “and it’d be nice to get some fresh air.”

“exactly! we’ll wait til they get here and then we’ll go, but for now…” you walk over to the balcony, pushing the handle down with a kachunk! before sliding the door open

“c’mere, hwa!” you turn to look at hwa before gesturing for her to come over, “come look at the snow with mama!”

“no wid mama!” hwayoung chirps, dropping her block promptly before twisting around and grabbing onto yoongi’s knees so she can pull herself up off the ground

“화영님 가는겁니까? (you leaving me?)” yoongi lowers the screen of his laptop when he feels two little hands grasp at his knees 

“얍. (ya.)” hwayoung grunts out in response, yoongi sliding his laptop off to the side before leaning down to smack a kiss on the top of her head

he grabs her chubby arm before she has a chance to scurry away from him 

"옷 따숩게 입어야지 감기 안 걸려... (let’s pull these sleeves down first... can’t have you catch a cold after standing by the open door...)” yoongi hums, pulling her sleeves down gently before turning her around and nudging her forwards, “자 가세요! (off you go!)” 

“화영이 까요! (tank oo. i go!)” 

yoongi watches fondly as she toddles her way over to you, sock-clad feet pap-pap-papping against the hardwood floors 

“hi, sweet girl-” you grin and lower yourself down to your knees as hwayoung joins you, smacking a kiss to her cheek before turning to look outside  

“see? it’s snowing outside!” you gasp excitedly, sticking your arm out into the cool air before pointing to the pile of untouched snow on the balcony floor 

“innowing ousside!” hwayoung mimics, looking up at you and pointing out the window as well as if she’s the one telling you about this amazing new discovery 

she doesn’t know what innowing ousside means but you seem to be pretty excited about it so it’s obviously a good thing

every time you speak to her in this particular tone it usually means something good is happening so hopefully she can get away with just winging her reaction 

“mhm, that’s exactly right,” you reach forward to poke your finger into the snow, “wanna touch it?” 

“i tutchch, mama.” hwayoung cautiously lowers her hand onto the pile of freshly-fallen snow and-

!

“-!” she pulls her arm back in alarm and quickly turns around to burrow back into your warmth, letting out a little whine of dismay a second after, “no tank oo-”

“what’s the matter?” you laugh lightly, wrapping an arm around her and giving her back a couple of comforting pats, “it’s not going to hurt you, you big baby. look!” you print your hand into the snow right next to her smaller handprint, hwayoung whining again when you reach up to gently slide your cold finger down the slope of her little nose

“quit bullying our two year old.” yoongi teases, propping his elbow up on the arm of the couch and resting his head against his fist as he watches the two of you, “ this is exactly why she likes hanging out with me way more.”

“wha- hey!”

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“자..... 기다려봐..... 봐봐! (and… wait for it... look at that!)” jungkook gasps animatedly, placing the duck shaped snowball in front of hwayoung before setting his snowball-shaping contraption aside, “오리! (it’s a duckie!)”

he bought this thing off amazon and he’s pretty sure it’s the greatest purchase he’s ever made

it shapes snow into little ducks

what’s not to love?!

“오리? (duckie?)” hwayoung points to it, looking up at jungkook

“그래! 오리! (mhm. duckie!)” jungkook nods, picking it up carefully before leaning over and placing it on top of her head

hwayoung immediately freezes and stays as still as she possibly can, her eyes rolling up in a poor attempt to look at the duck on her head

w-why is there a duck on her head and what’s she supposed to do next

“아니 일년에 한 번 쓸가말까 하는 걸 와 쓸떼없이 돈 낭비 하는겨? (did you really waste your money on something you can only use once a year?)” jimin frowns, hwayoung’s shoulders drooping in relief when he picks the duck up off her head and gently places it in front of her 

“yep. i even bought one that shapes snow into little snowmen.” jungkook smiles proudly, leaning over to dust some snow off the top of hwayoung’s beanie, “uncle jungkook paid forwty dowwars for shipping, yes he did-” 

“forty doll-” jimin chokes, his jaw dropping in a gawk, “아니 내가 돈 좀 아끼라고 했자너! (what happened to that lecture i gave to you about learning how to budget?!)”  

“똔 아끼. (how to buzzet.)” hwayoung sniffles, reaching up to rub at her pink nose before tilting her head back to look up at jimin

little fingers poke and prod at the bottom of jimin’s chin, “삼쬰 휴디 두떼여. (tissue pease, jimi.)”

jimin looks down, a wide smile immediately spreading on his face when he sees hwayoung blinking up at him 

“애고 우리 애기 콧물 많이 흘렸네... (oh, look at your little nose!) i think it’s about time we head in for some hot chocolate, no?” he hums, pulling a tissue out of his pocket and reaching down to wipe hwayoung’s runny nose, “엄마 아빠 찾아서 얼른 들어가고자! (we’ll see if mama and appa are done playing-)”

“y/n, do no- y/N-!” yoongi gasps when you shove snow down the back of his coat, his back immediately arching as he tries to shake as much of it out, “why, you- get back here!” 

“now, hold on-!” you let out a squeal when he whips around and starts chasing after you like an angry bull, “we can sit down and talk about this!”

jungkook twists around from where he’s sitting on the ground, “are you people going to come and play with your daugh-!” he gets cut off (quite rudely, if he might add) when a handful of snow is suddenly tossed at the back of his head, “hey!” 

“둘이 더 놀기 좀 내비둬! (just let them enjoy each other’s company!)” jimin ignores him before dismissing them with a flick of his wrist, “this fresh air is good for us!” 

jungkook twists his lips in a slight scowl, “형이 화영이랑 혼자서 놀고 싶어서 그런 거 아니고? (you’re only saying that because you wanna hog hwayoung-)”

“뭐라노. (you don’t know what you’re talking about). i’m just extending my quality time with her!” jimin coos, wrapping his arms around hwayoung and hugging her to his chest before leaning down and squishing his cheek against the top of her head

hwayoung continues to pat at her big pile of snow absentmindedly as jimin cuddles her to his chest, “사진이나 한 장 찍어줘라 (now, get your phone out and take pictures of us for my instagram-)” 

“baby, i said i was sorry!” you cackle, managing to dodge one of yoongi’s snowballs as you continue to run for cover

“you’re lying!” yoongi responds, hurling another snowball in your direction 

it whooshes past your face and you can’t help but let out another scream

“am not!” you turn to glance over your shoulder, your heart leaping in your chest when you see that yoongi’s gaining on you with a wide grin on his face

how is he running so quickly in this snow?! 

“are too!” 

“am n- aGH!” you let out a shriek when you’re suddenly being tackled to the ground, the two of you falling and disappearing into a heap of soft snow with a poof!

“you idiot-” you puff out through giggles, looking up at yoongi and resisting the urge to smash a handful of snow in his face, “now my pants are all wet-” 

“well, my back is all wet, so i think we’re even,” yoongi points out with a grin, hitching your right leg up against his waist before leaning down to slant his mouth over yo- 

“are you guys still alive?!” yoongi lets out a quiet groan and lowers his head against your shoulder when you guys hear jungkook’s voice echoing in the distance 

of course he would interrupt this particular moment 

you immediately roll over so that you’re on top before waving your arms and giving jungkook two thumbs up, “we’re okay!” 

“hm.” yoongi hums, reaching up to grab onto your waist before sliding his legs up so that you can lean back against his thighs, “have i ever told you how much i like seeing you on top?”

“oh, god-” you feel your cheeks immediately warm and you roll your eyes playfully before placing your hands flat on yoongi’s chest, “i think you’ve told me that once or twice...” 

“hey, lovebirds!” you perk up at the sound of jimin calling out for you two, yoongi propping himself up onto his elbows so he can look over the thick bank of snow blocking his vision, “are you guys ready to go back in? i’m dying for a cup of hot chocolate-”

“coming!” 

“you know...” yoongi sighs, turning his head to look up at you, “i, personally, think that making out in the snow would warm us up faster than a boring old mug of hot chocolate, but that’s just my opinion...”

❄️christmas with cee 2020 masterlist 🎄

[connordavidscamera]

Christmas Confessions | Connor Brashier

A/n: this is absolute trash and I’m sorry, but sometimes you gotta put out the bad stuff to get to the good stuff. This is also for @wondershawns winter writing challenge, so I hope you enjoy it! My prompts were “old Christmas family photos” and “we’d make a cute couple.”

Summary: Christmas time brings up some feelings for these long time friends

Warnings: friends to lovers, fluff

Word count: 2.2k

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Christmas vacation has always been a big thing in our family. It just became even bigger once the Brashier family started joining us. Which, while I like to say our moms are the reason for that – they are, for the most part – it’s really because Connor and I have been attached at the hip since we were in preschool. But it also helps that our moms became best friends too when Connor and I had our first play date. Then if we flashforward a couple more years, Sam and his family joined us too.

Yeah, Christmas vacation is quite an adventure, but it’s truly the greatest time to be surrounded by the people I love for two whole weeks. No responsibilities, just a fuck ton of cookies, egg nog, and Hallmark Christmas movies. The boys claim to hate the movies, but by the middle of the movie – every single time, without fail – they’re arguing over whether or not the main character should be with the big shot lawyer guy that she was supposedly getting engaged to at the start of the movie, or her old high school crush. (Sam votes lawyer, Connor and I say high school crush. But it’s funny how this is the argument every time and even though we’ve seen hundreds of these movies in our lifetime, Sam still votes for the big shot.)

“Kids! Look what I found!” Mrs. Brashier comes into the living room where the three of us are sprawled out on the floor arguing. We all turn to look at her and I furrow my brows at the scrapbook she’s holding.

“A scrapbook?”

“Yes, it has all kinds of pictures of the three of you from all the trips we’ve taken here. You should look through it. Take a trip down memory lane.” She hands the book to Connor, who in turn hands it to me since I’m in the middle. “There’s the cutest photo of you three in there from two years ago, when you’re all under the mistletoe.” She says before heading back to the dining room to sit with mine and Sam’s moms.

“Pause the movie,” I tell Sam. “I wanna look through it.” I reposition myself, taking my pillow off Connor’s back, where I was previously resting my head.

The first few photos are just of me and Connor, and a few with Dylan too, but Dylan hated being in front of the camera as a kid, so he was rarely in any photos with us. “Awe, look at little y/n missing her tooth,” Connor laughs.

“Mhm, that was the Christmas where I wouldn’t stop singing ‘All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth.’”

“Oh, I remember. You were tone deaf,” he dead pans and I gasp, slapping his arm.

“Don’t be an ass! I was six!”

“I’m aware. You’re better now.”

“Well, only a little,” Sam says.

“You both suck! I’m a great singer.”

“Mhm sure,” they say at the same time.

“I did not ask to be attacked like this.”

“You don’t have to, it’s our job as your best friends to keep you humble,” Sam nods, nudging my arm with his elbow.

I hum and turn the page, and Sam makes his first appearance. He’s putting way too many sprinkles on his cookie that looks like it was supposed to be Santa. The next photo is of all of us with our decorated cookies. Mine looks almost bare because I didn’t have enough frosting on it – I was never a frosting person, it’s too sweet. Connor’s somehow has the perfect ratio of frosting to sprinkles. Of course, it’s kinda hard to mess up a candy cane.

The next couple photos are of us in the snow – snow angels, snowball fights, another one of just us smiling at the camera, arms all locked around each other. It takes a few more pages before we get to the photo Connor’s mom was talking about.

I’m squished between the guys, Sam on my left, Connor on my right and they’re both kissing my cheeks. My eyes are shut tight and the picture is a little blurry from where the camera tried to catch my hands pushing them away.

“Hey, if you take Sam out of the picture,” Connor starts, going to cover Sam with his hand. “We’d make a good couple.”

“Don’t be a dick!” Sam shoves his hand away so he can cover Connor’s face. “Obviously we’re the better couple. You’re just the third wheel.”

“Okay, that’s enough. Turn the movie back on. We have like three more to watch tonight.” I change the subject, but I look back at the photo and I can’t help but think that Connor’s right. We do look like a good couple.

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After we’ve all eaten, the guys and I make our way back to the living room, all the siblings following, scattering on the floor to watch movies with us. The parents have resorted to their rooms, the moms most likely wrapping last minute gifts while our dads all start drifting off so they don’t get asked to do anything. It’s their own tradition.

Once it hits midnight, most everyone has gone to their rooms, except for Connor, Sam, Dylan, and me. But Sam and Dylan are asleep and snoring loudly beside Connor and me. He’s scrolling through his phone and I have my head on his shoulder, watching the movie that’s still on. It’s one of my favorite Christmas movies. Sam hates it, which is why I turned it on after he fell asleep.

“What is it about this movie that you love so much?” Connor asks quietly.

I shrug, “I don’t know. I guess I’m just a sucker for a good ol’ friends to lovers story. It’s the best of all the clichés, I think.”

He just nods. “Yeah. I guess friends to lovers is kinda nice.”

“What? Are you gonna tell me that you don’t like the idea of knowing someone your whole life and slowly realizing that they’re your soulmate?”

“No,” he shakes his head staring down at me with a fond smile. “I – I like the idea. But, I don’t know if it would happen for me.”

“Why not?”

“Well, what if she doesn’t feel the same?” he asks seriously.

“What if she does? What then?”

“It’s not possible.”

“Says who? Any girl would be crazy not to be in love with you.”

He clears his throat, “Any girl?”

“Yeah, any girl,” I say, but I don’t think he quite gets what I’m saying. Because he just nod and looks back at his phone.

“Hey,” he says a few minutes later. “It says it’s snowing. Let’s go.”

“But it’s late.”

“So? We always go out for a walk when the first snow hits. Go get dressed. I’ll get blankets.”

I don’t argue because he’s right. It’s our tradition. Since we started coming here, we always go on a walk together during the first snow. Sam came with us once, but that just resulted in a snowball fight and this was the only quiet time that Connor and I had. So we made it a thing to go when it first started snowing, and then we’d go back out with Sam and go as crazy as we want.

I shiver once we get out there, shrugging my jacket on. “Oh god.”

Connor just snickers and takes my hand. “Come on, let’s go. It’s really coming down out here.”

I follow him and we soon fall into step with each other, our feet crunching the snow beneath us at the same speed, our breathing synchronized.

“Hey, y/n?” he says on our way back to the house.

“Yeah?” I breathe out.

“What you said inside, about liking the whole friends to lovers cliché.”

“Mhm, what about it?”

“Did you mean that you would like it if it were to happen to you?”

“Oh,” I nod and think about it. “Yeah. Yeah, I would. Why?”

Connor shrugs, “I don’t know. I was just – just wondering.”

“Do you want a friends to lovers cliché?”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” he looks down at his feet while he walks. “I mean, I could see it happening maybe… with you?”

“With,” I clear my throat, “with me?”

He sighs and climbs the steps, walking over to the porch swing where we left the blankets. He sits down, “I mean, I’m just thinking like… if I were to have a crush on you or something. Would – would it be possible that those feelings would be reciprocated?”

“Um,” I sit down next to him and look down at his hands that are clasped together in his lap. “I think that if you had a crush on me, it is very, very possible that those feelings are reciprocated.”

He looks up at me with wide eyes, “Wait, you’re – are you serious?”

“What you said earlier, about us looking like a good couple. Did you mean that?”

He licks his lips and I glance down in time to see his pinkie twitching. I reach forward and place my hand over his. He winces. “Fuck, your hands are cold.” And he covers mine with his, blowing on them to keep the heat. I stare at his rosy cheeks, and eyes that seem even brighter in contrast with the bright white snow. “Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I meant it.”

I nod once and exhale deeply. “So… what does this mean?”

“I don’t know. Honestly, I don’t even really know what just happened.”

“Well, I think we might have just admitted we have feelings for each other.”

“Yes,” he confirms. “We did that. So where do we go from here?”

“I have no idea,” I admit. “But hopefully inside, it’s freezing.”

Connor laughs, “Yeah, it is. Let’s go.” He stands, still holding my hand and he pulls me to my feet, leading me inside. We’re quiet walking back in, careful not to wake Dylan and Sam who are still sleeping, the movie still playing on the TV, but long forgotten. Connor leads me to the kitchen, and he pulls two mugs from the cupboard and gets the kettle from near the coffee maker, turning on the stove before filling the kettle with water.

“So,” I say, hoisting myself up on the counter. “Are we gonna talk about this next move thing?”

“Yes,” he answers, jumping to sit next to me, our legs touching. “I think we need to go on a date.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” he asks, and it’s clear he wasn’t expecting that to be my response.

“Well, actually, I would like to be asked on a date.”

He blushes and looks down. “Sorry.” But then he looks back up and he has a very bright smile on his face and I’m reminded why I fell for him in the first place. His smile could light up the whole world, and no I do not take constructive criticism. “Would you, y/n, like to accompany me on an outing, one that is often referred to as a date?”

I can’t help but laugh, “Sure, yes. I would very much like to accompany you on an outing often referred to as a date.”

“Yeah? That’s – that’s great! I’ll start planning tonight.” He says matter-of-factly.

“Okay. That sounds good.” I nod and swing my feet as we both fall silent, waiting for the water to boil.

“Y/n?”

“Hmm?”

“I really want to kiss you.”

I choke on air. “What?”

“Sorry,” he shakes his head. “I didn’t – I wasn’t going to say that out loud. I just – well, yeah. I want to kiss you. Because I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss you since I was fourteen and now that we’re going on a date I feel – excuse me for assuming – like I’m that much closer and it’s absolutely killing me to not know what it’s like to –”

“Connor, kiss me,” I interrupt his rambling.

He only hesitates a second before his hands are on either side of my jaw and his lips are covering mine in a heated kiss. I hum against him and reach for his hair, tugging a little, which in turn causes him to moan against my lips. And holy hell, what wouldn’t I give to hear that again over and over for the rest of my life. His tongue teases my bottom lip and I part my lips, allowing him to roam. This kiss is heaven. It’s everything I could have ever wanted with this boy in particular. It’s the type of kiss that leaves your toes curling and your mind spinning. It’s perfect until –

Eeeeeekkk!!! The kettle squeals, startling us both, and causing Connor to bite my lip as he pulls away.

“Ow,” I hold onto my lips while Connor jumps from the counter to take the kettle off the stove. He pours the water into our mugs and then grabs the tea bags from the cupboard above him, placing one in each of our cups before turning and handing me mine. “Thanks,” I say, still holding my lip.

“What’s wrong?”

“You bit my lip when you pulled away.”

“Oh,” his face falls. “I’m so sorry.”

“S’okay. Is it bleeding?” I ask, taking my hand away.

He leans closer to inspect it and shakes his head. “No, it’s not. I’m sorry.”

“You’re okay. Why don’t you kiss it and make it better?”

Connor raises an eyebrow, “You want me to?”

“Please?”

He sets his mug down beside me and I do the same. And then he’s taking my face again and kissing my lips softly. He pecks my lips six times before I groan.

“Kiss me like you mean it, Brashier.”

He chuckles and pulls me closer, doing as he’s told.

***

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(Finally got tunglr to work for me that was a MISSION anyway) uuuh gimme in the snow with New Dream you decide how angsty and/or fluffy you wanna make it given Eugene's feelings re: snow

2. in the snow

"I'm sorry...what."

Rapunzel laughed sheepishly, crouching down to bury her bare hands in the snow like some kind of monster. "I've never made a snowman before!" She called to him over the light wind and the sound of the kids laughing, her voice teasing. "Of all the things to surprise you..."

Eugene grabbed her hands before abruptly letting them go, shivering and capturing her wrists to brush the leftover snow off her palms. Then he took her hands and pulled her further from the castle's shadow, out into the grey light of the day. "We'll just have to fix that," he muttered. "Remember I'm braving the cold and the horrible, horrible snow to provide you with a comprehensive education."

"Oh you poor thing," Rapunzel reached up to squish his cheeks playfully, fingers biting cold, and he yelped. Moments like this convinced him she wanted to see him suffer. "Whatever would I do without you to show me?"

"I'd be in the nice, comforting warmth and you'd be out here getting chased by Lance's horde." In the distance, Kiera took Varian out with a flying tackle. The poor kid oomphed and landed facefirst in the snow, laying still until she kicked him aggressively in the knee. Eugene turned away from the screeching and wrestling, eyebrows raised. "You're welcome."

Rapunzel turned from watching Lance swing Catalina around by her ankles to shoot him a look. "I think it's sweet," she chided, before looping an arm through his. "Now what's the first step?"

"There is absolutely nothing about this that could go wrong!" Rapunzel hollered from the top of the hill. "Varian says it's okay!"

***

"I- sunshine, please-"

"Oh, so if he says it's okay it's full steam ahead but if I dare to show an ounce of concern, guess who's a killjoy," Eugene muttered.

"WHAT?"

"NOTHING. I LOVE AND SUPPORT YOU."

"AWW, EUGENE-" Varian rolled his eyes and elbowed her. She exchanged words with him that Eugene couldn't overhear - probably for the best - and turned back to stare down the very tall, very snowy hill. "Incoming!"

It was that love and support that motivated him to graciously not rib them (too hard) after their crash landing at the bottom of the hill. Neither looked daunted, giggling together in a drift and throwing snow at each other until he stepped in. "While I've gotta give you points for creativity, trying to harness a snowball and sled it down the hill just isn't as stable as hand-rolling it- hey!"

Rapunzel grinned over him, holding his hands against the ground using the same grip on his wrists she'd yanked him into the snow with. "Sorry, did you say something? Got distracted watching you talk."

Eugene didn't do flustered. But she leaned further over him, brown hair backlit with pale sunlight, eyes sparkling, nose and cheeks a fierce red under her freckles from the cold, and his heart perhaps stuttered a beat. Innocent until proven guilty. He grinned and flipped them, hands at her waist. "Then I'll keep talking," he replied, voice lowered.

"Eew." Varian stuck his tongue out, breaking the moment and scrambling back to his feet with all the grace of a baby deer. "I'm going back to Lance and the girls. Gross. Good luck on the snowman without me."

"Try not to lose too hard!" Eugene yelled after him, snickering at the rude hand gesture waved back. "Now. Snowman?"

"Snowman," she agreed. "Hand rolled."

"Good, you're learning!" He definitely deserved the scarf shoved in his face.

***

"Like this?" She held a small snowball above the two they'd already stacked. Eugene frowned and waved his fingers. She shuffled a half-step.

"Little more." She tilted it slightly. "Perfect. Right there."

"I'm gonna name him Snowy Man," she proclaimed proudly. Eugene groaned.

"Just. You know what. Mr. Man has my utmost respect. Time for the carrot." He plodded through the snow, drawing the vegetable from his pocket with a flourish. "Ready?"

Rapunzel took it, squinting at the snowman's head to position it correctly. Eugene leaned back slightly - seeing her safe and happy like this, learning all the fun little things in life for the first time, brows furrowed and tongue stuck out the corner of her mouth in concentration - it was a pull he couldn't resist. It was a warmth that would hold him even here, braving the cold all day long. It was everything he'd ever dreamed of. It was-

"I think it's off balance." She looked back at him with a small frown. "What do you think?"

Eugene moved closer and placed his hands over hers, adjusting them slightly. She hummed and leaned back into him, the two of them pressed flush. "Beautiful," he murmured, and her frustration melted to confusion before she realized his eyes were fixed on her.

"Was teaching me worth standing out in the snow all day?" Rapunzel spun in his arms, and he closed them around her and held her close.

"I'm never cold when I'm with you," Eugene grinned. She suppressed a smile, looking up at him with her chin against his chest. "My sunshine."

"Dumb." He shugged, unapologetic, and they fell into a quiet moment - it was home, holding her, being held by her. "I love you," she whispered.

"Love you too, Rapunzel."

[lickstynine]

Misadventures of Kit: Chapter Thirty-Two

written with @ocsickficsideblog

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The walk to the park wasn't far, and the sun was sparkling on the snow-topped trees. Kit took a deep breath even though it burned in his lungs. The air felt fresher so far from the city, with a hint of the scots pine scent he'd come to associate with Siofra. For some reason, the cold air stinging his cheeks wasn't such a bother today.

"The snow is beautiful out in the country, don't you think, Al?" He asked.

“Definitely. It’s not all gross and brown like in the city. I wish we lived in the country.”

"I wanna live in a village near the city. So ye can have a peaceful cottage out in nature, but still get to a real doctor or somethin' if you're dyin'." Siofra said.

"I think we have a country house somewhere like that in France…" Kit mused.

“Kit, the boy who’s so posh he forgets where his holiday homes are,” Alistair said.

"Well, I know we have a few in France! I just can't remember if there's a country home there or just one in Italy." Kit protested.

Siofra guffawed. "You're not helpin' yer case, lad."

Luckily for Kit, he didn't get a chance to make more of an idiot of himself because they'd arrived at the park. Cillian and Riagán were already throwing snowballs at each other, while Finny ran around them, boofing happily.

“Come on, Kit, let’s see if you can actually hit anyone,” Alistair teased.

"It's not likely, but at least I'm the smallest target." Kit laughed. He'd barely finished the sentence when Cillian nailed him in the back of the head with a snowball. He shrieked, dropping dramatically to the ground and crying, "Avenge me!"

Siofra dutifully chucked a snowball at her brother in retaliation. He tried to duck, but it exploded against his shoulder. She whooped victoriously, barely dodging a snowball thrown by Riagán. Alistair joined in too, with surprisingly good aim. He’d always been the pitcher in PE because he was so bad at everything else. A snowball splattered against Riagán's broad back as he ran behind a tree. He and Cillian could throw powerfully and precisely, but they were still massive targets. He cried out as if the snowball had actually hurt, when in truth, he'd barely felt it.

"Cilli, they got me!" He groaned, slumping dramatically against a tree. His brother just scoffed.

"Nut up an' get 'em back, then!" He yelled, chucking a snowball at Alistair and diving behind a tree.

It hit Alistair as he turned to run, making him squeal. “Fuck, it went down my back!”

Siofra snorted. "Bet you've said that before," she teased, earning herself a snowball to the face. "Oof! Bitch…" she grumbled, but she was grinning. She dodged the snowball Cillian threw at her, but it put her right in the trajectory of Riagán's next throw. She yelled and rolled with the impact, chucking several snowballs back at her brothers in quick succession. Most missed completely, but one slammed into a tree between the boys, exploding and hitting both of them with frosty shrapnel.

Cillian and Riagán yelled as they were sprayed with snow, charging into battle with their arms full of snowballs. Siofra ran to hide, reaching to pull Kit out of the line of fire, only to find he was no longer hiding behind her. Alistair was too caught up in the competition to notice now, managing to scale the lower branches of a large oak tree hanging over Cillian and Riagán. He jumped up and down on it, hanging onto the trunk, sending a showering cascade of snow onto the boys. They bellowed in surprise and rage, trying to shake him out of the tree. Siofra laughed, chucking snowballs at them while they were distracted. They spun around to attack her, distracted just long enough for Alistair to escape.

Siofra cackled when her brothers saw Alistair running away, only to get a huge snowball to the gut. "Wankers!" She yelled, grinning and chasing after them.

Alistair finally noticed he couldn’t see Kit anywhere. “Oi, Siofra! Where’d princess go?”

Siofra spun around, completely ignoring the snowball that hit her in the back of the head. She was starting to look worried when a whistle came from deeper in the trees. Kit was standing a ways into the forest, waving at them.

"Over here!" He called.

Siofra went over to meet him, followed by her brothers. They were all a little afraid he'd freeze to death if left alone too long. As the weight of several Raffertys stomped through the snow, it suddenly gave way, and they tumbled through a layer of branches, carefully placed and concealed with snow. They only fell a few feet, into a small dip in the path, but Siofra cursed loudly, laughing as she landed on her ass in a heap of snow. Cillian and Riagán looked baffled, sitting in the snow and staring at one another, still trying to process what had happened.

Kit stood under a nearby tree, safely out of the way of the trap he'd laid. He laughed uproariously as Siofra and her brothers climbed to their feet, but his expression quickly shifted to panic as Siofra scrambled out of the trap and charged after him.

"Crafty bastard!"

Kit shrieked, darting off through the trees with Siofra (and Finny) hot on his tail. Alistair laughed and ran after Siofra. “I’ve got your back, Kit!”

Siofra was gaining steadily on Kit, and she nailed him in the back with a snowball. He yelped and kept running, only to trip on a tree root. The momentum sent him flying and he landed face-first in the deep snow. Siofra paused for a moment, then ran over with a much less vengeful urgency. If it were her brothers, she would've laughed and kept throwing snowballs, but Kit… She was half afraid he'd broken his neck when she got close enough to see him trembling. Shit. Was he crying?

"Fuck me, that was a tumble… are ya okay?"

She knelt down, pulling Kit out of the snow as carefully as possible, while Finny snuffled worriedly at his legs. To her surprise, Kit was laughing when she dusted him off.

"I'm fine! I'm wearing enough coats to survive a fall off the Eiffel tower." He snorted in a manner far less dignified than any noise he normally made. "I did get snow in my nose, though."

Alistair was less sympathetic, laughing his ass off. “Nice one!”

"Arse." Kit thumped Alistair with one snow-covered glove, but he was grinning. He thought he'd hate being out here, mind the chill stinging his cheeks, the cold air burning his lungs, the slush trickling down his back, but he didn't care. His heart was pounding, and he was gasping for breath, but he was having a great time. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good, especially not sober. He got lost in his thoughts, staring off into the trees with a ditzy smile.

“It’s nice to see you smile like that,” Alistair said, grinning too. He had snowflakes in his eyelashes and hair, and had somehow lost his hat and one glove during the snowball fight.

Kit shook his head at his cousin. "You still can't play outside without losing clothes. If we stay out here too long, you'll go home nude." He teased.

“Oh yes, my pants are constantly just falling off without warning,” Alistair said sarcastically. “Wait. That sounded weird.”

Kit laughed again, his eyes sparkling with genuine delight. "You're an idiot. But I'm really glad you came with me."

Alistair went pink, looking pleased. “It’s nice to be able to spend the holidays with you.” He was suddenly engulfed in his cousin's arms, which, thanks to the dozen layers Kit was wearing, felt about like hugging a sentient mattress.

Siofra grinned at the boys, "That's gay."

"You're gay," Kit mumbled, his voice muffled in Alistair's jacket.

"Does that make ye my girlfriend?" Siofra asked.

Kit huffed, but he was chuckling into Alistair's shoulder. "Oh, fuck you."

"I know ya want to." Siofra stuck her tongue out at him, only to get smacked in the face with a fresh snowball. Riagán was already running away laughing as she sputtered and chased after him.

Kit watched them run, Finny bounding along beside Siofra, and he smiled.

"Al?"

“Yes? By the way, all of that between you and Siofra was painful to listen to. But go on.”

Kit shoved his cousin lightly. "You're painful to listen to. But I was saying, I think… I think things are going to be okay."

Alistair looked at him properly. “Really?”

"Yeah, really. Don't make me think about it too much, I might change my mind." Kit was grinning even as he said it.

“No way.” This time Alistair hugged him, too tight as usual. “I’m so glad you feel that way, Kit.”

Kit squawked as he was squished in his cousin's grasp. "Can't keep feeling that way if you suffocate me."

“Sorry! I’ve never been able to stop that, have I?��� Alistair laughed, releasing Kit.

"Never. But I love you anyway."

“I love you too,” Alistair said earnestly.

Kit smiled back, and it looked like he might say something else when a snowball nailed him square in the face. He shrieked, and Siofra laughed.

"That's called payback, bitch!"

Kit spit out a mouthful of slush, laughing as Finny came galloping over and tackled Alistair into the snow. He looked around at Siofra and her brothers, shouting and laughing and throwing snowballs, then back down at Alistair, rolling in the snow with Finny. This wasn't so bad, he decided. Life definitely wasn't perfect, but it was going to be okay.

[bazypitchandsimonsnow]

Snowy Day (Children Part 4)

Rating: T

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3509

Summary: A snow day in for the Snow-Pitch family.

Read on AO3

Baz

The relentless banging in my bedroom window is what wakes me up. For a terrifying second, I think Tasha has somehow gotten outside and locked herself out. But as I slowly open my eyes, I see it’s a flurry of snow pounding against the glass. There’s so much I can barely see any other buildings.

I shake Snow (my Snow) lightly. He groans and rolls over to face me. He looks adorable in all his bed head, stubble faced glory.

“What?” he grumbles.

“There’s a snowstorm, love. A big one. Just look.”

He moans overdramatically, making a show of rolling over again. He leans up on one elbow. “Huh. Look at that. A bloody blizzard. Think the roads will be closed?”

“Knowing London? Certainly.”

“Mm.” He flops back down and pulls our duvet up to our shoulders. “Then we don’t have to go to work. Stay here forever.”

“Very true.” An idea pops into my head. I grin evilly as I snake my arm across Snow’s chest. “Which means, we have time to do this.”

I press my lips just under his bristly jaw. His breath hitches, muscles tensing up. “Baz,” he says like a warning, but his voice is already shaky. “Tasha is probably already awake. And she always bursts in here-”

“She’s not up yet,” I mumble as I trail kisses down his freckled and mole covered neck. He lets out a quiet moan. Crowley, I’ve missed this. Our sex life has thoroughly decreased in the past three and a half years. Between general life stress and specific Tasha related stress, we haven't been in the mood a lot. With no work to go to now, I plan to change that.

My hand slowly trails down across his warm stomach. Simon’s breathing increases with it, becoming more shallow and laboured. When I push past his boxer waistband, he groans and arches his lower half against me, punching the air right of my lungs. He reaches back to tangle his hand in my hair, pulling on it slightly. I moan myself and push my mouth more forcefully against his skin. Snow moves his hips in a slow circle. For the first time in quite awhile, it's slow and focused, not quick and frantic. And fuck, is it good. Fuck, fuck, fu-

“Daddy! Papa!”

The door bangs open. I don't think I've ever been so quickly turned off in my entire life. I let out a little yelp as my hand shoots out of Simon's pants. He squeaks and lets go of my hair, allowing me to shove myself backwards. Tasha jumps up on our bed. I roll over, propping myself up on my elbows, to see her kneeling over us, looking at us curiously with her hazel eyes through her curly black hair.

“Morning, little puff,” I say, voice still a bit horse.

“What were you and Daddy doing?”

Snow inhales so sharply he coughs. I grip the sheet in panic. “Uh, Daddy and I were just...hugging. Because we love each other very much.”

Simon snickers, and I promptly kick his shin under the sheets. She looks curious for another second, but quickly beams. “Okay. Did you see outside?! Iss snowing lots and lots!”

“Yes, we did, love,” Simon says.

“Are we gonna have a snow day?”

“We just might. We'll have to check the news though.”

“Okay! Can we have pancakes for breakfast?”

I look at Snow. He shrugs up to his ears. “I don’t see why not.”

Tasha jumps up, bouncing on our mattress. I can’t help but laugh (she’s too cute.) “Yay yay yay!”

“Go wait in the kitchen, love,” Snow says between his own giggles. “Papa and I will be there in a minute.”

“Okay!” She jumps down and scrambles off the bed, dashing off towards the kitchen. She’s not as hyper as Gil was at her age. But she gets close sometimes.

I flop down and groan, running hand over my face. “Merlin and Morgana, we're never going to have sex again, are we?”

“Nope,” Simon sighs heavily. He pats my shoulder. “C’mon, lover boy, get up. Pancake time. I’ll make the batter, you and Tasha can cook them.”

I roll onto my side and pull the duvet over my head. “Five more minutes.”

“Oh no. If I have to get up, so do you.” He pulls the blanket down hard all the way to my hips, making me shiver.

“You arsehole.”

“Language, Basilton. There’s a child in the house.” He swings his legs over the side, stretching out his bare tawny skinned, freckled back. Crowley, I want to push him back onto this bed and never let him up again. He looks over his shoulder, smirking devilishly. “Like what you see?”

“Of course."

“Mm. Good to know.”

He lowers his head down, hovering his lips just over mine. I tilt up to close the distance. We’re almost there, just a breath away from each other. One millimeter more...

“Daddy! Papa! Hurry up!” Tasha yells.

We both sigh, chuckling under our breaths with our foreheads together. “The queen calls,” I whisper.

“Yeah, I hear her.” He gives me one fleeting peck and hauls me up by my wrist. “C’mon, pancake time.”

“Alright, now let’s pour the batter slowly.” I carefully tilt the ladle, Tasha’s hand wrapped around my wrist. She holds it in place until all the white liquid spreads out on the pan. When it’s all gone, she tugs for me to tilt it back up. I turn to her with a grin.

“Very good job, love,” I say. She gives me a wide, toothy, three year old grin.

We end up making quite the stack of pancakes, far more than we should need. But considering Snow’s appetite they’re necessary. I put one on Tasha’s plate, cut it up, and dribble maple syrup on them.

“More,” she says flatly.

I give her a pointed look. “What’s the magic word?”

She groans in a way that’s eerily close to Snow. “More, please?”

“That’s better.”

I drench the fluffy chunks and Tasha giggles happily. Snow walks in, freshly shaven and hair still damp from the shower. He goes wide eyed at the stack of flapjacks.

“Wow, you two made a lot,” he says with a smile.

“You did make a lot of batter for us.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t expect you to use it all.”

I quirk an eyebrow. “You don’t seem that upset.”

He shrugs as usual. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

He takes his typical place at our dining room table, kissing Tasha’s head and my cheek as is routine. Then he takes three pancakes (of course.)

“So,” he says with his mouth full (adulthood hasn’t improved his manners), “London roads are officially closed today. We can call into work but I doubt our bosses will make us come in.”

“I hope not,” I reply. “I for one am not driving out there.”

“Me neither, love.”

“Snow day?” Tasha says cheerily through a mash of pancakes and syrup.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, darling,” Snow chides kindly. “But yes, snow day.”

I chuckle as I cut off another piece. “Snow day for the Snow-Pitches. How poetic.”

“And then, the big dragon swoops in to get the princess! Roar!” Snow makes Tasha’s dragon plushie soar through the air. Tasha shrieks and giggles. He’s always good at this, making a big show for her. She loves Snow’s grand adventures created with all her toys. He lowers the dragon to fake attack her. She rolls on her back, fake batting the dragon away. After watching some telly, we’ve been keeping her occupied for hours through the storm.

“Papa, save me!” She giggles.

“Sorry, love, even I can’t defeat a dragon,” I say calmly from my place on the couch. Snow gives me a knowing look.

Tasha scrambles away from Snow towards me. She laughs wildly as she buries her face in my side. Simon’s dragon menace goes after both of us.

“No,” Tasha yells. “He gonna get both of us, Papa!”

“I’ll protect you!” I throw an arm over her and lightly shove at Snow. He puts a hand to his chest, falling down overdramatically.

“The dragon is too weak to go on,” Snow chokes out. He “dies” dramatically, spread out on the floor in starfish with his tongue hanging out.

Tasha hugs me tightly with her little arms. “You can defeat a dragon.”

“It seems I can. Especially for my little girl.”

She giggles and plants a wet kiss on my cheek. Even at three years old, Tasha is incredibly affectionate. It’s one of her best qualities, in my opinion. As someone who had to figure out how to show affection later in life, I admire her innate ability to do so greatly. She crawls up the couch and looks out the window over my head.

“Iss not snowing anymore,” she says. “Can we go play?”

Snow and I look at each other. “I don’t see why not,” he replies with a shrug.

I put down my book and stand up triumphantly. I take Tasha’s little hand. “C’mon, little puff, the snow awaits.”

Getting Tasha into her snowsuit is always a production, to say the least. It’s bad enough trying to fit her thick mess of black curls under her tiny hood, but she always insists she doesn’t need her boots or mittens.

“You need to wear the mittens or you’ll get cold, love,” Snow grumbles.

“But Papa’s always cold and he’s fine!” she whines.

“That’s very different.”

After many minutes of arguing, we finally get her properly dressed and step out into our building’s small courtyard. Everything’s covered blindingly white snow. The trees, the bushes, everything. It sparkles in the sunlight. Tasha lets go of our hands and runs into it. The powder flies up under her boots, and she flops down on her back.

“I making snow angels!”

Simon runs forward and falls next to her. I stand over them, hands on my hips.

“The Snows making snow angels,” I muse. “How cute.”

“Well, you’re a Snow too. Get your butt down here.”

“Yeah!” Tasha yells. “Get your butt here!”

“This is a wool coat, love. I’m not getting it soaked.”

An evil grin splits across his beautiful face. I back away slowly. “Snow, don-” Quick as lightning, he grabs my wrist and yanks me down, sending me tumbling onto the snow covered ground.

“You are the worst,” I growl.

“And yet you married me,” he says with a smug sing song.

“I’ve been known for making poor life choices.”

“Jerk.”

Tasha tugs on Snow’s coat sleeve. “Daddy Daddy, I wanna make snowballs.”

Snow sits up, legs spread out in a v. He gathers some snow in his mitten covered hands and attempts to squish it into a ball. But bits keeps falling off.

He grumbles, frowning adorably. “Should be compacting better.”

“This is fresh powder. It isn’t wet enough,” I say. “It won’t stick. Sorry, darlings.”

Snow grunts. “Well that sucks. But, I can still do this!” He throws a handful of snow right in my face. I bolt up, spluttering with cold powder coming out of my mouth. Simon and Tasha howl with laughter. Snow clutches his stomach, wildly kicking his feet similar to an excited child. Well, actually exactly like our excited child, doing the same next to him.

“Oh,” I chuckle, “it’s on, Snow.”

I toss my own handful at him. This sets off an all out war. Snow flies everywhere, a practical shower of flakes covers all of us. Tasha takes Snow’s side. She jumps on my chest and drops a handful right on my face.

“Betrayed by my blood!” I shout overdramatically.

Snow barks out a laugh. “Oh, if only Penny was here. She’d have so much to say.”

I throw more snow at him. “Shut up.”

Our snow battle rages on. After totally soaking my coat and hair, we attempt to make a snow fort. But that’s quickly abandoned by Tasha in favour of just running and throwing snow in the air. She looks so happy. It’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

“Dishes all done,” Simon sighs, sitting next to me on the sofa,

I throw an arm around him. “I could’ve helped y’know.”

“You made dinner, I do the dishes, it’s only fair. Besides, someone needs to watch the munchkin.”

The sky is dark, the only light coming from our dim lamp. Tasha sits on the floor, playing with her dolls and action figures. She’s adorable as always, snow damp hair hanging around her head like a curtain. Sometimes I really do wonder how I ended up here. Not dead or banished for my vampirism, but with a husband and daughter I love more than anything. Maybe the universe isn’t so cruel after all.

“I had fun today,” I sigh quietly.

Simon hums happily. “Me too. Though I totally won the snowfight.”

“You had help.”

“Like a three year old is sufficient backup.”

“Hm, says the man who had it.

The storm whips up again, sending a flurry of snow against the window. Snow cranes his neck back.

“Wow, there it goes again,” I mutter

“Yup. It’s frightful out there.”

An idea enters my head. Being with Snow for over ten years has made me more prone to impulsive decisions. I discreetly queue it up on my phone. I pick up my wand from the coffee table and point it at the speaker and say, “play it, Sam.” The system turns on. It’s already connected to my mobile. The soft, simple melody rings through the room. Michael Buble’s smooth voice starts to sing.

Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. And since we've no place to go, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!

“Oh my god,” Snow groans, “are you serious?”

“What? It’s appropriate.”

He pushes his warm nose into the crook of my chilly neck. “Cheesy bastard.”

“Oh you want cheesy? I can do far more cheesy.” I bolt up from the sofa, tugging his wrist up to follow. He yelps and stumbles right into my arms. We stand pressed together, arms out, my other hand on his lower back, similar to the Leavers Ball all those years ago.

“When we finally kiss goodnight,” I sing as I dance him around the room. “How I'll hate going out in the storm! But if you'll really hold me tight, all the way home I'll be warm.”

He throws his head back laughing, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Snow takes over lead, spinning us and waving our joined hands up and down. His voice is slightly off key but still gorgeous. “The fire is slowly dying, and, my dear, we're still goodbying. As long as you love me so, let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!”

I feel a tug on my leg, and look down to see Tasha grinning and jumping with her arms up. “Dance too, dance too!”

Letting go of Snow, I scoop her up onto my hip. Snow holds her back, his other arm around mine. We swing and shake to the beat in our own little circle. Tasha squeals and laughs wildly, black curls bouncing with every happy sound. Simon and I sing along between our own giggles. And I think this is what joy really is.

The song ends, and we all flop down on the sofa still laughing. Snow and I hug Tasha between us.

“Papa can sing!” She yells.

That sends Simon into more loud howls. “Yes, Papa can sing. He should do it more often.”

“Fat chance, Snow. One song a year, that’s all you get.”

“Aw, so cruel.”

Tasha wriggles out of our arms and starts spinning. “Let snow, let snow!” She yells.

Snow chuckles, leaning his head onto my shoulder. I tilt my head back against the back of the couch. I close my eyes and take a slow, happy breath. That was joy, and this is just contentment. Simple, easy, comfortable contentment.

“Papa! I gots your stick!”

Contentment is immediately replaced with terror.

My head snaps up, as does Snow’s. Tasha jumps around waving my wand. Oh shit, oh shit! Simon leans forward.

“Tasha,” he says slowly, “please put that down. That’s Papa’s and it’s very important that you-”

“I make music!” She swings it like a conductor’s baton. “Let snow, let snow!”

I freeze. I recognize that tone of voice. And from Snow’s expression of utter shock, I know he does too. Something cold hits my skin. Then again, and again.

“Baz, look,” Simon whispers.

I do. Impossibly, falling from our flat ceiling is a light dusting of snow. I chuckle quietly. “Merlin, Morgana, and Circe.”

“She has magic. Our daughter is a mage.”

“Holy shit.”

Snow elbows my side. “Language!” He tries to be serious, but he can’t help but laugh. I don’t blame him. I can’t stop smiling either.

Tasha jumps up and down. “Daddy iss snowing inside!”

He stands up and scoops her into his arms, peppering her little cheek with kisses. “Yes, it is, darling. It certainly is.”

I stand in the doorway of Tasha’s room. After playing in her created snow for a an hour, she collapsed in exhaustion. (It has been a long day for her.) Now she sleeps soundly, curled up in her little yellow onesie, clutching her plush dragon. Even after three and a half years, I still can’t get enough of staring at her. My girl. A mage.

“Hey,” Snow whispers, wrapping his arms around me from behind, his chin resting on my shoulder.

“Hey.”

“Merlin, she's out cold. Think using magic for the first time drained her?”

I shrug. “Maybe. Or we just tired her out. Having a snow fight will do that.”

He pushes his nose under my jaw, lips just hovering over my skin. “But y'know, I'm not that tired. Want to pick up where we left off this morning?”

My face breaks out in a grin. I grab his hand and tug him towards our room. “Gladly.”

Snow and I lay in our bed, sweaty and smiling. The snow storm still rages outside, banging on our window. But I hardly care or notice. My brain is still going off like a fireworks display.

“That was nice,” Simon sighs.

I scoff with no menace. “Understatement of the century.”

“Oh, well, I’ll certainly take that compliment.”

I kick his foot. “Don’t let it go to your head, Snow.”

He throws his arm over my chest, snuggling against my body. “Too late.”

I sigh, still frowning a bit as I hold him tight. We sit in silence for awhile. All I focus on is his steady breathing and the wind howling outside. I love these moments. Simple silence and calm. It makes me happy, and more importantly now, brave enough to talk about tough subjects.

“Y’know,” I whisper, “I really would’ve been okay if she wasn’t a mage.”

Simon sighs, hot breath clashing against my cool skin. “I know, Baz. I know you would’ve been totally okay with a Normal kid. But turns out we have a magick one, which I’m okay with. She’s a mage, which is great. She’ll-she’ll be a fucking great mage. And we’ll teach her. Both of us.”

I sigh myself, all the worry in my body escaping with one breath. “Yes, we will. But do you know what this means?”

“That you’ll need to hide your wand better so Tasha won’t accidentally summon a hurricane?”

I pinch his side. “Shut up, no. It means, I was right. You were a real mage. You were never a fraud, Simon. Your magic was all your own.”

He looks up, blue eyes wide and still slightly swollen lips hanging open. I stroke his bronze hair and smile down at him. After fifteen years, I never get tired of looking at him either. He kisses me, fast but passionate. Soon, he breaks away, panting slightly.

“Yeah,” he chuckles out. “I guess you were.”

“You should listen to me more often.”

“Oh shut up.” He bends over the bed and tosses my shirt and sleep trousers at my face. Once we’re both fully dressed, Snow lays his head on my chest like always. We don’t speak anymore, letting sleep take over our bodies after a long day of fun.

“Daddy?”

We lift our heads up. Tasha stands at our door, clutching her stuffie.

“Hey, love,” Simon whispers. “What’s wrong?”

“Had a bad dream. Can I sleep here?”

“Of course. C’mere.”

Tasha crawls up into our and over me, settling in between us. I look over her, pushing some raven hair away from her cheek. Snow rubs her back up and down. She quickly falls asleep, her soft breathing audible in the quiet, clam room.

“Hey Baz?” Snow says.

“Yes, darling?”

“I think we should have another kid.”

My heart swells, beating faster than I thought possible. I reach over and hold his hand, gripping it firmly.

“Me too.”

AN; Alright this isn't my favourite/best piece of writing but it's cute. I love to imagine Baz dancing Simon around the room. Tomorrow: letters to Santa!