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Mistletoe Miracle

Summary: In where [Y/n] takes her chance in conveying how she really feels. (Prompt 5 Mistletoe and Secrets)

Pairing: Colonel Brandon x FemReader

Warning(s): age gap, one paragraph of angst at the most, and probably terrible old English dialogue but you know :D!

Word Count: 3.4K (How did that happen?)

A/N: Whoop whoop! A new story for Rickmas with the prompt secrets and mistletoe, and a new character that I've never written for! This is my first time writing for the sensitive soul that is Colonel Brandon so I hope this is alright. I also had a ball writing this apparently as the word count shocked me after I got done lol. Anyways happy reading!

[Y/n] knew that her fixation on a man a decade and a half older than her was foolish and would most definitely lead to heartbreak if she tried to pursue it. Not only that, but what would the gossip in town be like if they were to become something of an item?

Would they paint him as some sort of immoral older man preying on a younger woman and her nativity or her as a money hungry seductress? And what of her dear brother? Frankly, she believed he would have a heart attack knowing his young sister was most infatuated with someone he served with in the East Indies. 

But she couldn’t help it! For heaven’s sake, who wouldn’t fall in love with a man such as Colonel Brandon? Every time he came around to converse with her brother she couldn’t help but try to listen in as his voice was most enchanting. It was low like the faraway rumble of thunder, and so dark sounding for a man that seemed to have such a sensitive soul yet it was so soothing that she couldn’t help but be drawn to him. 

And never would he dismiss her whenever she would intrude to ask him questions ranging from his travels to literature, to how the renovations were progressing at his estate. Instead, he was patient, answering all her questions, feeding into her curiosity about everything and anything that she asked about, never once seeming annoyed by it.

He had even been so kind as to gift her an early edition of a book they had been discussing as a late birthday present when he had come to visit once and found her family celebrating.

“For you Ms.[Y/n], I hope you do not think poorly of me for not giving this to you earlier. Had I known your birthday had been the same day as my visit I would have presented it to you then.”

She was sure she had fallen absolutely and irrevocably in love with him at that moment. And oh how she could just gush all day about him if it wasn’t for the fact that other than her best friend and confidant Adeline, no one else knew of her secret adoration for the colonel. She was much too afraid to admit how she felt, fearful she would be shot down and left in tears. 

But she couldn’t hide this secret for much longer, no. Not when her parents had begun to talk even more about suitors for her as she was well past the age of living with them. So when her family received an invitation from the colonel to come and join him and some friends for an early Christmas celebration at Delaford she had almost burst at the seams.

“Oh Addie what am I to do!” [Y/n] cried desperately, laying her head on her dear friend's shoulder as they neared closer to their destination of the colonel’s estate.  “If I could simply tell him I truly feel. Even if he rejects me, at least the knowledge of my trying would comfort me if I had to wed another. But to not know, to hold it in, it has become too much I think.”

“Really it would comfort you?” Adeline questioned, her eyebrows lifting up just slightly as if she was feigning surprise before continuing with a stark, “truth be told I think you be quicker brought to tears more than anything with how much you fancy him. I still don’t understand what you see in him though [Y/n] he’s so…old.”

[Y/n] jerked back almost as if her friend had called her old and not the colonel. She felt personally offended at that as she didn’t consider Brandon old, sure he was older but definitely not old!

“He is not old! Just older, and so what? He is so wise and gentle and I bet that is what makes you assume he is old.”

“If that’s what you think.” Adeline shrugged watching as her friend swooned a little before speaking again, this time her tone taking on a much warmer and caring quality. “But truly [Y/n] if you really do adore the colonel as much as you say, which I believe you do. I would cast any caution in the wind, and speak freely, and truthfully about how you feel. You never know,” she grinned, putting a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder and nudging her gently, causing [Y/n] to smile weakly at her. “A Christmas miracle may be in store for you!”

She could hardly know how right her dear Addie would be by the end of the night as they approached their destination. 

When they had first arrived at the estate, which had been beautifully decorated with wreaths and banners and all sorts of festive things, [Y/n] couldn’t help but admire the majesty of it all as she stepped out of the little carriage they had been in onto the snow-covered ground. The place was abuzz with laughter and chatter  as people made their way inside the home and she along with her family and friend were quick to follow to escape from the cold.

As soon as they had all entered, she immediately became separated from her family, all of whom seemed to go off in different directions to schmooze and talk with the others around. Even Adeline had left her side, saying something about how the long trip there had made her peckish while shooting off to look for whatever food there was.

On her own now, it didn’t take long until [Y/n] found herself bored with the gossiping and chit chat of the party. She had even found herself being drawn into a conversation with an older plumper woman who, as friendly as she seemed, was adamant about finding ‘such a pretty little thing’ a suitable husband by the night was over.

[Y/n] who held no interest in such a match, unless it was with the person who she had funnily enough not seen the entire night, had quickly excused herself from their exchange saying that she heard her friend calling from across the way before taking her leave. Turning heel, she moved past the crowd, wandering further and further away from the main rooms where everyone was in. 

Each step brought her away from the nosy group and further into the stillness that the rest of the home contained. This was the first time she had been in such a grand estate and she couldn’t help but stop and admire just how beautiful everything was. Even the patterns on the wallpapers in the hall were eye-catching in design. 

Curious about what else was around, forgetting that it wasn’t polite to snoop around others' property, [Y/n] couldn’t help but peek into a room whose door was open and the first thing that caught her eyes were the many large and tall bookshelves that lined the walls. From her vantage point, and from the dim light coming from the fireplace she could make out the spines of many books large and small. 

How wonderful and convenient it must be to have such a vast amount of knowledge in one room! Going to take another step inside to get a better look at it, she was suddenly jumping out of her skin when she felt a hand on her shoulder. A surprised shriek left her form and her heart felt like it had stopped as she whipped around to face the man who had been missing the entire night. Colonel Brandon. Who also seemed surprised to find the woman wandering about.

“Oh, colonel!” She sputtered out trying to find the right words for her situation of being caught roaming around where she ought not to be. He may have been a kind man but that didn’t mean she had the right to take advantage of it by meddling around where she had not been invited. “I’m so terribly sorry I didn’t mean to intrude. It’s just that I found myself having to escape from a conversation and it led me to wander about and I just couldn’t help but admire how beautiful everything is! And your library colonel it’s so wonderful, incredible really and oh my goodness I’m so sorry what am I saying I shouldn’t-”

She was going off the rails at that point, her words spewing out faster than she could think through what she was saying but before she could continue digging herself into a hole she was stopped by him.

“Ms.[Y/n],” his voice so warm, and low yet able to command her to a stop and bring her to attention. It sent a little shiver down her spine and she was glad for the dim light in hopes he didn’t see her quivering. “It is quite alright,” he murmured kindly, as he gazed at her with a relaxed expression causing her to feel a bit better. “I’m not at all upset with you and am very pleased that you find the renovations to be as wonderful as I think they are. They did take quite some time so I’m happy that there are others who would admire them.”

Giving her a sweet smile, one that had her heart, which had calmed down, begin to speed up again. [Y/n] couldn’t help but return the gesture, delighted that he didn’t seem at all mad about her roaming around. 

“Well I’m certainly glad to hear that colonel I didn’t want to ruin such a joyous night by upsetting our host. Though I,” she stopped herself correcting her word of choice and hoping he didn’t catch the slip up. “We have missed you at the gathering. I hope you haven’t had some urgent business last minute?”

She seemed to have hit the mark though as his face turned a bit apologetic at that.

“Unfortunately yes but thankfully it has been resolved you see,” he started, “I was just about to make my way to everyone in hopes no one would notice my long absence before dinner but I see you did?”

‘Of course I did, you're the reason I’m here to be honest.’

Ignoring her inner monologue as much as possible, she nodded in the affirmative trying to give him the best reassuring look.

“Well of course! I am the ever eagled eye lookout.” Her words teasing as she tried to lift the mood not wanting him to feel bad about his noticed absence. It seemed to do the trick as that gentle smile returned to his face and the little crinkles near his eyes showed up as he looked at her with a softness that had her chest constricting.

He was just so handsome, even in the dim light. And everything about him was just immaculate. Never had she held someone in such high regard. And never did she find someone so…so beautiful that every time she saw him she felt like she couldn’t breathe.

“Yes you are and a very good one at that,” he chuckled, breaking her away from her thoughts about him and offering his arm up to her, “but shall we return to the others? I will make sure to rescue you from any dull conversation to make up for my tardiness. If that is alright?” 

Looking at his offered arm and then up back at him, [Y/n] realized something that she should have thought of much earlier. It was that they were alone. Utterly alone and away from the prying eyes and ears of everyone from the party. Away from her family and from her friend. Alone. 

This had a nervous lump instantly form in her throat as she acknowledged that this may be her one and only chance to talk to him alone about her feelings. About how much she adored him and hoped that maybe, just maybe there could be something more between them. And so shaking her head ‘no’ and seeing the confusion in his eyes, she spoke softly.

“Wait, colonel, just a moment. I would like to share something with you if you would allow me.”

She did her best not to let her voice waver even though she felt as if she could pass out as he dropped his arm and gazed at her puzzled about the situation. Somehow even in his confusion she couldn’t help but think about how thoughtful and gentle he looked.

“Yes of course you are always welcome to speak freely with me [Y/n]. ”

It was now or never. She had to tell him how she felt about him or she would just combust. Never had she been so glad to be alone with someone in her life. At least if he did reject her, it would be tucked away in the shadows for no one else to see. 

Taking in a deep breath, she hesitated no longer.

“Colonel Brandon,” she started clasping her hands together and nervously looking down to avoid his gaze.“ I know this may be too forward and I understand if you may find me silly for it but for these past months, years really. I have found myself to be very fond of you.”

There it was. She couldn’t even bring herself to look up at him too afraid of the expression that he might be wearing. So she didn’t and she continued to spill everything that she had been holding in. From her longing to the quiet affection that she held for him.

“At first I thought it just some sort of passing fancy when you first came to visit my brother,” she continued, not giving him an inch to speak fearing if she didn’t say everything she would hold something back. “I couldn’t take my eyes away from how handsome you were and how gentle you seemed, from the way you spoke to the look in your eyes. Everything in this world seems to interest you and it was such a wonderful feeling when you encouraged my curiosity for things as no one had done such.”  

“Little by little my affection for you has grown and I know that what I feel for you isn’t a passing fancy anymore and it wasn’t until recently when my parents spoke to me about finding a suitor that I knew I couldn’t wait anymore to share with you how I feel. Because..because.” 

Something wet seemed to hit her cheek causing her to pause and lift her hand up to it to wipe it away. As she kept wiping it seemed that her cheeks dampened quicker before she realized tears had been pouring down her face. But she didn’t stop, she just couldn’t and so finally she looked up at him with wet eyes, a tinge of guilt in her stomach at how he must feel being cornered by her.

“Because even if you reject me at least I will have known I was able to tell you and not hide away. So please forgive me if you resent me for putting you in such a position. It was never my intention but I just could no longer hide such a secret.”

If a weight was supposed to be lifted off her chest, or clarity was supposed to suddenly drape over her it didn’t. Somehow she felt worse as she stood quietly under the stunned gaze of the older man who hadn’t said one word. 

‘Of course he didn’t [Y/n] it’s not like you gave him a chance.’

The silence was absolutely deafening and it also felt like there was a silent rejection in it. And so as to not hold either of them hostage to her feelings anymore, and to quickly get away so she could cry in peace somewhere, she just gave him a little apologetic smile that she hoped said ‘I understand’.

“I guess we should be going, right? I’m sure everyone will be wondering.” She laughed awkwardly side stepping him from underneath the door frame trying to escape the soul crushing reality of his rejection.

It shouldn’t have been surprising really. Who did she think she was that such an important person, such a regal, intelligent, and sensitive man like him, would have looked at her with the same affection she held? She should have known better and it shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, but it did.

And she was ready to run away and had even started to do so, before she felt herself being pulled back and spun around to face him. All of it had happened so quickly that when she had registered what was going on there were already a pair of soft, warm lips upon hers.

His hands were wrapped tightly around her upper body as one of them slid to the base of her neck to stroke the sensitive skin there. He was kissing her. The man who she would wait for to visit just to be in his presence, the man who was just so gentle and patient with her.

The man who she most fervently adored. He was kissing her! And she absolutely melted into his arms. Kissing him back with the passion that had been burning deep inside her for him. They clung to each other tightly, lips pressing against one another over and over until one had to pull away to breathe due to the suffocating passion.

“Forgive me for not saying anything,” he murmured as they parted a little, noses still brushing against either as he went to peck her lips once more before continuing, “you must understand how shocked I was to hear that the person I’ve also been so fond of felt the same that it was hard for me to realize what I was hearing.”

“Colonel-.”

“Christopher my sweet,” he corrected gently, unwinding his hands from around her so that he could stroke her cheek.

“Christopher,” his name rolled off her tongue with such ease and it felt like music to both of their ears as she leaned into his comforting touch. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She whispered up at him with questioning eyes. “All along I’ve been afraid that you would reject me, yet you also held feelings for me?”

“Because not once did I think I was a suitable match for you,” he confessed which brought a frown to [Y/n]’s face as she couldn’t think of anyone else who was perfect for her. He saw this and could only give her a sad smile as a response before continuing. 

“You have so much of your life ahead of you and I did not want to put you in such an uncomfortable position. Yet just as you, I found it difficult with each visit to not become fond of you, and in time the fondness grew more and more until I could not bear the thought of you being with another.”

Hearing his words, and seeing the sincere look in his eyes only had her swooning more and more. He loved her. He actually loved her and she felt over the moon knowing this. Knowing that such a perfect being like him would adore her as she adored him oh it was so good so wonderful she felt like she could burst with joy!

“Oh Christoper,” she sighed out, finally leaning up to kiss his lips softly and murmuring. “How are you so wonderful? So perfect?” 

He shook his head ‘no’, as they pulled away his warm smile returning as he offered her arm once more, this time with her taking it and beaming back up at him.

“No I am none of those things, but you my sweet, my darling, you are all those and more.” 

‘Goodness gracious can he be any sweeter!’

Her mind was an absolute happy mess at the moment looking up at him and it was only when he asked,

“Shall we rejoin everyone now?”

That she snapped out of it and answered him with a very enthused,

“We shall.”

Before walking away though something swinging above the doorframe of the library caught [Y/n]’s eyes and she turned to give it a look. Noticing her pause the colonel turned with her to look and couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left his lips.

“Mistletoe, how wonderfully placed,” [Y/n] giggled looking back up at her love who looked down at her with an equally warm look.

“Indeed very wonderfully placed,” he spoke before leaning down and pressing the most tender kiss against her lips.

A/N: Yall the way I wrote this last night like it was an essay due at 11:59pm and I had procrastinated 🤣. This is why I can't do events because life keeps smacking me but I'm like I wanna write.

ANYWAYS let me know if you all enjoyed it and of course, thank you for stopping in to read it!!! See you guys on the next prompt I'll write for ( I hope lol?) ❤❤❤🥰

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 6!

prompt: Sleigh Riding

warnings: age gap

AN: Thank you to @deepperplexity for letting me use the name Richard Turpin! It's a shame he has no real first name but this fits perfectly.

I giggled as I sat in the sleigh watching Richard hitch the horses to the sleigh. He threw a glance over his shoulder and I could see the smirk on his face even though he tried to hide it. I adjusted the blanket over my legs as he finished checking the harness and made sure we were all set. Climbing up into the sleigh, he smiled at me.

"All set dear?" He asked as he took up the reigns. I nodded and we were off. The horses trotted along as Richard gently guided them where he wanted them to go.

"Remind me why we're doing this?" I asked gently as I curled up next to Richard. He shot me a look and I couldn't help but laugh. At the sound of it, he finally relaxed. The day had been stressful, between getting my family together with his remaining family there was no end to the judgmental looks or remarks. Mostly directed at me. After the last comment about our age difference, Richard had taken my hand and we successfully snuck out of our own house.

"The sleigh ride? Or?" He let the question hang in the air and I rolled my eyes.

"The sleigh ride." I gently nudged his arm and he raised it enough for me to slip under. I sighed in content as his arm settled around me and I was finally able to curl up next to him. His eyes flickered down to the blanket and he let go of the reigns long enough to pull it across his own lap and tighter against me.

"Is it not romantic?" I smiled as I looked around at our surroundings. We got away from London so little that the woods looked like something out of a fairytale, all covered in snow and quiet. Looking back at Richard, I nodded. "Is this not better than what was happening back at the house?" With a roll of my eyes, I nodded again. "There's your answer then."

"We could have walked." I argued. Richard chuckled.

"And froze? I think not." I let out a laugh and laid my head against his shoulder. "Besides this is far more peaceful. Just the two of us, a couple horses and the woods." I hummed in agreement as we continued on our way. "We should come out here more often." I looked up at him and nodded.

"Although I think we may need to sell and buy a new property." Richard nodded along and smiled.

"One unknown to relatives and other prying eyes." He added. I giggled and pulled away from him.

"Prying eyes? Do you mean the Beadle?" I teased.

"The man does have a habit of wandering eyes." Richard growled out as he pulled me flush against his side. My giggles turned into full blown laughter as he slipped his hand down to my waist. "He needs to learn what is mine is mine and not for the likes of him." I tilted my head so we were less than an inch apart, daring Richard to close the gap. Which he did. I hummed into the kiss and raised a gloved hand to his shoulder.

"I like the sound of that." I murmured as we broke apart, not quite wanting to open my eyes just yet.

"The sound of what?" Richard asked as he moved to press kissed to my cheek, nose, anywhere he could reach without having to move too much.

"Yours." I opened my eyes to find his brown ones. There was a flash of possessiveness that crossed them before he was kissing me again. This time, the snow started to fall gently around us, landing on our cheeks and hair. We broke apart only to look up at it in awe. "I think our little sleigh ride just became more romantic." Richard chuckled as he pulled me even closer to his side.

"That it did." He pressed a lingering kiss to my cheek before steering the horses around a corner. "Now if we could only find that lake." I sighed as I resumed my place on his shoulder, sliding my arms into his coat and holding tightly. A smile grew on his face and his hand started to move up and down my arm.

"We can spend hours looking for it." I answered.

"No rush to get home?" Richard asked, his voice taking on a teasing tone.

"Not really." I looked up at him, taking in his pink cheeks and nose from the cold and the absolute look of happiness it all brought him. "I much prefer the family I have right here with me now."

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 7. Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats

Pairing: Brandon x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

Continuation of: 6. Sleigh Riding

A/N: Since I wrote this yesterday and have it ready I'm not gonna hold out on you darlings so early morning posting it is today! So, let’s dive right back in with the nicest man you have ever met, but that’s not where we start today… I hope you are ready for a little bit of hurt before the comfort arrives… 👀💚

Tags/TW’s: Bruises, Wrongful Punishment, Classicism, Confessions, Fluff, Kissing.

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name | Y/L/N - Your Last Name

Word Count: 3.9k+

Masterlist page // Masterlist post // AO3 // LINK TREE

‘You’ll be working out of sight, wench’ were the words the butler had spoken before slamming the door to your little nook with its cold stone walls and rickety bed with a straw mattress and a too-thin blanket last night. After you had worked long into the dark hours, scrubbing pots and wiping counters in the large kitchen abandoned by the other staff members.

You bent your fingers, the red and blue stripes over your hands ached and throbbed. The lines made from a thin whipping stick stood out like tea stains on a tablecloth. But you didn’t cry now, you had cried yesterday but no more.

You dressed in your usual maid attire, a black dress with a white apron tied around your waist and pinned just above your chest. You tucked your hair into a white bonnet and tied it at your neck, cinching it tightly with trembling fingers from the hurt and the cold. There were only three candles for light and warmth in your little windowless room but at least you were not by any outer wall, those rooms were even colder than your own and reserved for those working the stables and grounds.

Colonel Brandon’s sweet smile and gentle grey eyes flashed in your mind, you shook your head — not wanting to think about the nice gentleman so unlike those you served. You knew it would be trouble, now take your punishment and don’t let it show, Y/n, you told yourself and straightened before leaving the room to start your newly acquired chores extending your day by several hours for the foreseeable future.

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As you scrubbed the kitchen floor, down on your hands and knees making them ache and turn redder by the second, the door flew open. “Y/l/n!” came the shrill sound of the head housekeeper, Mrs Louvé. Your head shot up and you rose as quickly as you could. “Yes ma’am,” you said as you straightened and wiped your hands on your dirtied apron. “Come with me, now,” Mrs Louvé said harshly and you jolted into action following her rapid pace.

You took the servant hallways, the killing stairs with too high steps, and eventually ended up outside one of the attic doors. “You need a dress,” she said with a snippy tone and flailed about a piece of paper in her hand. “I do?” you asked, dumbfounded. “Yes, silly girl, you cannot visit the colonel in this state! And gloves too!” she said as she yanked the door open, revealing more killer stairs, but your mind was on the three words ‘visit the colonel’.

“Come along,” Mrs Louvé sniped and gathered her dress to climb the deadly stairs. You followed in confusion. “I am to visit the colonel?” you asked while you climbed with care. “Yes, did you not hear me, girl?” “Yes, yes I did Mrs Louvé,” but that doesn’t explain anything.

A little while later the head housekeeper found a dress in one of the many chests. It was nothing special to anyone usually wearing fancy gowns and the like, but to you, it was truly a pretty piece of clothing. The light green satin with white lace details, the wider skirt and the sleeves stopping midway down the forearms with a frilly of white lace were truly pretty. “I’m to wear this?” you asked. “Yes, we’re not dressing the cat, are we?” Mrs Louvé scoffed and shoved the dress into your arms.

“Take a bath, fix that mane of yours and get dressed. Wear these too,” she added and handed over a set of white satin gloves that would reach to your elbows, meaning none of the markings on your hands would be visible. You gawked at her back while she strutted away and began climbing down the horrible stairs.

I’m to meet him again?

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The simple sleigh you had been riding in stopped right at the front doors of Delaford Estate. Your stomach was tied up in knots while your heart seemed to run rampant within your chest, hidden behind the ill-fitting dress constantly not made for your body but cinched tight enough to look decent.

Unable to stop thinking of Lord Billington’s last words to you about not ruining their reputation with the upstanding man you were to meet. You didn’t know why the colonel had called for you, or why he wished for your company. However, you couldn’t deceive yourself regarding the joy you felt at seeing the man once more — dressed more properly this time too.

You drew a deep breath while clambering out of the too-high sleigh, made for transporting goods rather than people, and walked towards the large steps and the towering entrance door while the sleigh pulled away; leaving you alone.

The doors opened as you took the last step up. “Miss Y/l/n, welcome,” a finely dressed butler said with a smile. You smiled back at him and curtsied, the man was above you in station after all. “Good afternoon,” you said quietly while trying to work past the lump in your throat as he stepped aside to allow you entrance into the grand hall beyond. The deep mahogany colours, the polished marble floor and the beautiful pieces of art welcoming visitors took your breath away for a moment.

“Colonel Brandon awaits in the grand hall,” the butler said. “I shall take you to him, miss Y/l/n.” “Thank you, sir,” you said and followed the man, doing your utmost not to look around too much. But the estate was in splendid condition, and there was a sense of calmness resting over it that soothed something within you, warming and comforting. And the staff you passed weren’t rushing, they appeared collected and happy. It made you tug on the silky fabric of your gloves which hid your punishment for inconveniencing the man yesterday.

You entered through an arched doorway and stopped. It was a magnificent room with a giant wall of windows, on one side an enormous fireplace with a roaring fire, on the other, a grand piano polished to a shine and there, slightly off towards the side of it, he stood. Colonel Brandon. Your heart did a little flip when seeing him.

“Miss Y/l/n has arrived, my Lord.” You stepped forth as the butler announced your arrival. “Good afternoon, Colonel Brandon,” you said as you curtsied deeply. “You’re here!” came the happy voice of Annie as she rounded the piano, you hadn’t seen her crouched behind it. “Miss Hatchet,” you said and smiled at the child who positively beamed at you while running up. Her pale pink dress flopped around her legs while her golden curls bounced around her face.

“Can we have the cookies now, uncle?” she asked and the both of you looked towards the straight-backed man dressed in bronze-coloured clothes with polished black boots on his feet. The black silk cravat around his neck was pinned with a small golden pin. He was a stunning man, his singular features only making him more handsome.

He smiled tightly at the girl and nodded, “We can.” “You’re going to love Mrs Mender’s cookies,” Annie said and took your hand, leading you toward a small sitting area by the fireplace while you glanced back towards the colonel. He appeared to watch you most carefully, his grey eyes soft but piercing. It made your cheeks heat.

“Come on, uncle,” Annie said while plopping herself down on the sofa, leaving you to stand awkwardly by the table — fighting the urge to serve the two. “Please, miss Y/l/n, have a seat,” said the colonel as he appeared next to you. “Thank you, sir,” you said and took the seat next to Annie while he sat down in one of the two cushioned chairs opposite you. “Tea?” he asked and you scrambled to grab the teapot.

But his hand shot out to stay you. “No, no, you are my guest, miss. Allow me,” he said and your eyes widened while you retracted your hands before he had a chance to actually touch the silk covering them. “Sir, it is not—” “Proper? There is none but us here, and to have a lady serve tea as the honoured guest would be rude, no?” he said while tilting his head and smiling towards you. Those thin lips looked too inviting and you had to hold your breath not to gasp at your own thoughts.

So, you nodded and allowed him to pour the hot drink into the beautiful china you had never dared consider drinking out of until the very moment he turned the ear of the cup towards you. “I want chocolate milk,” Annie said while Colonel Brandon poured tea into his own cup. “Certainly, little princess,” he said and the way he seemed to dote on his niece was charmingly sweet.

She snagged a cookie and you all fell into a stiff silence, or perhaps it was only stiff to you. It was hard to tell while you could hear your own pulse run amok. You sipped on your tea while the colonel watched you. Something about how he looked at you made you feel different, as if you should straighten your back and show your best side. It was ridiculous how warm your palms had become and how hot the air seemed all of a sudden.

“Have a cookie,” Annie said and pointed to the silver tray filled with Christmas cookies and other sweet treats you had never had before. “Please, help yourself, miss,” said the colonel and you obliged, slowly reaching out to take one of the smallest cookies that looked the least fancy, the least expensive. “Not that one,” Annie exclaimed, “take the big one.” “Annie,” Colonel Brandon scolded, his voice a bit darker than before. “What?” she asked with her mouth full of cookie crumbs. “Miss Y/l/n is perfectly capable of choosing her own treat.” “But—” “No.”

Annie sulked for a moment but then shrugged herself out of it, all while your hand was halted mid-air above the cookies while you looked between the two until Colonel Brandon smiled with encouragement towards you and you took the small cookie you had been aiming for, feeling utterly misplaced and unsure of yourself.

“Tell me,” Colonel Brandon began, “how did things turn out yesterday?” You swallowed the absolutely delicious cookie you had in your mouth and folded your hands atop your dress. “I’m afraid I do not know what you mean now, sir,” you said in earnest. “That butler appeared quite aggravated.” “Oh, I’m quite alright.” “Is that so?”

Something about those gentle but piercing eyes made your breath hitched before you managed to swallow and nod. What else were you supposed to do? Inform the nicest man you had ever had the pleasure of meeting who also appeared to run a happy household and be loved by children that you had endured hand-lashings and gruelling work at his insistence to take you home in his sleigh? I think not.

“You have gloves today!” Annie suddenly exclaimed from beside you, oblivious to the exchange between the adults in the room. “I do, do you approve of them? I’m no lady, so I’m not sure how proper they are?” you said even if you knew, having dressed fine ladies for the last two years. “I think they look fancy,” she said with a beaming smile before she snagged yet another cookie. “Your stomach will hurt,” you cautioned gently but the child scoffed and Colonel Brandon chuckled.

You turned to look towards him, the sound was just so beautiful coming from him. “No need to worry, miss Y/l/n, Annie is quite capable of eating more cookies than what is deemed healthy,” he said and your cheeks heated anew. “Sweet of you to care for my tummy though, isn’t it uncle?” she said and the man nodded before setting down his cup. Once more you felt out of place but it wasn’t truly uncomfortable, just new and uncharted territory.

“Annie, go fetch Mr Bracket,” he suddenly said and the child beamed at him before bolting out of the room so fast you barely had time to react. “Miss,” Colonel Brandon said and you turned your attention to him, “my niece thinks you are a nice person,” he continued and you softened at the words. “I usually do not care for children, I must confess,” you said sheepishly and he nodded. “But she is quite the honest delight to be around,” you continued and he smiled gently at you. “She is indeed,” he said thoughtfully and you tilted your head. “Something the matter, sir?” “She is in my care, her parents having succumbed to pneumonia a mere month ago,” he replied and you stiffened. “Oh, I’m sorry to hear that,” you said truthfully.

A moment passed while the colonel watched the fire dance in the hearth. “I fear I am doing a poor job,” he said quietly. “She has not smiled, before yesterday.” “Yesterday?” you asked. “Yes, upon meeting you. She became the child I have always known her to be and has not been quiet about you since then.” He chuckled and looked at you. “She even scolded me for not taking you home with us yesterday, sulking in her room like the child she is that you were left with that, well, less than good-natured butler.” He appeared almost embarrassed by his own words, looking you up and down as if he didn’t know where to place his eyes.

“I do not know what to say, Colonel Brandon,” you confessed while you looked at the sweet man before you that had your insides in a twist over his gentleness and care, even for a child not his own. “I must confess myself to be, at a loss,” he continued. “At a loss, sir?” “Yes, Annie is not the only one—” “Found him, uncle!” came the voice of Annie followed by rushing footsteps in two different strides.

You both looked over, seeing Annie followed by the butler you had been greeted by carrying a violin. You wished she had been a moment longer, curious about what the colonel had been about to say.

“My Lord,” Mr Bracket said and the colonel stood. “Annie, will you do the honour?” he asked and she nodded vigorously. The butler followed the child towards the piano where she sat on the stool, looking utterly at home at the big instrument. “You play, miss Hatchet?” you asked and she nodded. “We will play, and you will dance with my uncle,” she beamed out while all colour left your face. I cannot dance, you thought as your body stiffened.

“Miss Y/l/n, will you do me the honour?” Colonel Brandon asked while stopping next to you, holding out his hand for you to take. “I-, sir, I cannot dance,” you said while lowering your head, feeling less than adequate. “Not to worry, I shall lead you,” he simply replied. “You need only follow.”

You gulped down a breath while the music, some soft carol, began to play. Just a piano and a violin filled the space with soft sounds. “Come,” he urged and you reached out your hand tentatively. He took it gently but sturdily, making your sore skin hurt just a smidge but you managed to hide it.

He took you in his arms, telling you to rest your hand upon his shoulder while he placed his own at your waste, shooting fire through your entire body at the close proximity and gentle hold. He was such a gorgeous man, and so good-natured and kind. He was truly unlike any man you had ever met. But, up close, in his personal space, you felt a slight sadness within him. Something hidden.

“Now, you begin with your left, and then follow my lead.” “Sir, I really must protest—” “Here we go, miss,” he interrupted and spun you off. But you didn’t trip or falter.

He lead you with expert grace, it felt as if your body knew what to do a second before he asked it of you. A natural leader, a commander, a colonel. You could scarcely believe it, but you were dancing with a colonel at a fine estate clad in a real dress with silky gloves and your hair nicely ordered. No servant bonnet or pinned apron. No flat working shoes or duster in your hand. It was magical, and unbelievable.

“You are a natural,” he said and you blushed under his sweet gaze, wanting to impress the man who made you feel so different. But then he grasped your leading hand a bit harder to spin you out and you winched, biting down on your bottom lip and cinching your eyes closed for a second.

“Y/n?” he asked, your name sounding beautiful in his baritone voice, at the same second you tugged your hand free by instinct. The glove slipped and remained in his grip, baring your damaged hand with the purple lines looking most gruesome in the bright room.

He drew in a harsh breath as you stepped back, clutching your naked hand to your chest, attempting to hide it while you felt nauseating fear for what he was thinking grip you. “Your hand-, what happened?” he asked as he stepped closer, your silky glove still clutched in his hand. “I told you, it was not proper for me to ride in your sleigh, colonel. I told you,” you nearly whispered out while sadness took hold of your heart. Reality taking hold once more.

He was not a man for you, no matter that he made your heart sing and your body warm. You were a measly maid while he was a colonel. You did not belong in his world, as he did not belong in yours.

The music stopped and silence descended. “I did not think—” “We are not the same, colonel,” you interrupted despite how rude it was. “If there is a mistake, an impropriety, you are not to be blamed or held responsible, it befalls me. The punishment is always mine to bear.”

Your words made him stiffen, his eyes widening with something akin to horror as realisation seemed to dawn on him; he was the cause of your damaged hands. “There should be no punishment,” he said with a dark voice that did not suit the gentleman you had come to know him as. “But there always is,” you said quietly. “Please, sir, return my glove so I may leave.” “No.”

You stiffened and looked up at him. “No?” “I am not sending you back to that house to be harmed,” he said as if it was a declaration of the utmost importance. You wished his words to be true, that he would ask you to remain, with him. No matter how silly it was. You felt at home by his side despite everything telling you how wrong it all was. How out of place you were in his world of ballroom dancing and sweet treats to take delight in.

“Uncle, what’s happening?” Annie asked quietly, confusion in her bright voice. “We are asking miss Y/l/n to stay with us,” he simply stated but his eyes never left you. “We are?” she asked with sudden joy in her voice. “Because you love her, uncle?”

The look he gave you was that of mortification and worry, of wishing and inner battling. You knew that because you felt similar about your feelings for him. “Annie, you errant child, you do not speak like that,” he scolded. “But you said so yesterday!” “I did not,” he grumbled while his cheeks turned pinkish. “Yes you did, you said she was the prettiest woman you had ever seen and she wasn’t even dressed properly or ordered. That your taciturn heart was happy when she talked—” “Annie, enough,” he interrupted and the child had the decency to fall silent while he looked ever more sheepish. His shoulders crept towards his ears before he reacted and forced his back to straighten under your shocked gaze.

But your heart fluttered, your body turned soft and warm while your hands fell to the sides of your body. You didn’t know what to say, or even how to speak while he averted his gaze for a moment, as if he needed to collect himself.

“I made your heart happy?” you asked quietly, not quite able to use your voice fully. He looked towards you, and nodded. “You did-, do.” “I-, my heart-, I feel as if it sings when I’m with you, Colonel Brandon,” you confessed and it was the strangest conversation in history. Confessing to wanting the impossible and hearing it being mutual.

He blinked at you, looking at a loss for words for a moment. “I will not send you back to the Billington Estate,” he said quietly. You nodded. “What do you wish to do with this maid then, sir?” you asked while he slowly began stepping towards you. Your stomach filled with butterflies. “You are no longer a maid,” he said as he stopped a single step from you. “You are,” he continued while reaching for your bared hand, “to be mine. A colonel’s wife, Lady of Delaford Estate.” “You do not know what you are saying,” you breathed out, sure you were dreaming. “I assure you, the short time I have had with you is all needed to know you are the one for me.” “Colonel…” “Christopher,” he corrected and your knees weakened as he raised your battered hand to his thin lips and planted the gentlest of kisses atop it.

The suffocated giggles of Annie and strangled chuckles of Mr Bracket could have been heard, if you had not been so occupied by the sound of your own pulse raging or the drumming song of your heart when Christopher straightened and tugged you closer. You heard receding footsteps but were to occupied by the man holding you to take full notice of the others leaving the room.

“This is insanity, Christopher,” you whispered as he leaned his forehead against yours. “Say it again,” he murmured while his hand landed at the small of your back, holding you even closer. “This is insanity,” you whispered. “Say my name, Y/n…” he asked gently. “Christopher.” “I never thought my name could sound so… wondrous.” “I never thought my heart could sing.” “Or mine be happy…”

You closed your eyes, taking in the overwhelming emotions you finally dared let lose within you now that he had told you in earnest that he wished for your hand in marriage — despite everything that ought to have kept you parted.

Christopher released your hand and grasped your chin most gently, tilting your head while you opened your eyes and were met by his joyous ones. “Beautiful,” he said and it felt like the highest praise.

Then his lips graced yours, a soft connection that kicked up a storm within you as the taste of him reached you. His warmth seeped into your flesh and a moment later you became lost to the sensation of him while the fire crackled and the tea turned cold next to the most delicious treats you had ever had the fortune of tasting. Still, they had nothing on the taste of his thin lips.

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RICKMAS 2022

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by DeepPerplexity

LAST CHAPTER IS THE PROMPTLIST! GENERAL TAGS - EACH FIC IS TAGGED SEPARATELY!

 RICKMAS is a celebration for Alan Rickman and all the characters he has portrayed. I started with Snapemas 2020, then it became Rickmas in 2021 and now I'm continuing the newly created tradition of celebrating through December with 24 fics! If you head over to Tumblr to find more Rickmas content search for #rickmas2022 and I'm @deepperplexity there as well!

I’m hosting this lovely event to create more content, to allow fans to connect and build the fandom further. There have been so many rumours about the Rickmaniac fandom dying, the Snapedom dying, there not being a fanbase for certain characters etc., but I must be in completely different circles from those who think that because I only see everything growing and growing - WHICH I LOVE! So, let’s build our fandom universe further this December!

Words: 4084, Chapters: 3/25, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Sweeney Todd (2007), Die Hard (Movies), Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Severus Snape, Hans Gruber, Colonel Brandon, Judge Turpin, Reader

Relationships: Severus Snape/Reader, Hans Gruber/Reader, Colonel Brandon (Sense and Sensibility)/Reader, Judge Turpin (Sweeney Todd)/Reader

Additional Tags: Rickmas, Rickmas2022, Christmas, Fluff, Smut, Domestic Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Shameless Smut, Graphic Description, xmas, Reader-Insert, Short & Sweet, Found Family

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Snowed In

Summary: In where [Y/n] and Sinclair get snowed in during her visit with him and a bit of warming up is needed. (Prompt 18 Snowstorm)

Pairing: Sinclair Bryant x FemReader

Tag(s)/Warning(s): Fear of the dark, cuddles and comfort, Smut! [grinding, kissing, stroking and petting, a little bit of praising, begging, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it guys)], slight feeling of guilt, reassurance

Word Count: 5K (I'm screaming)

A/N: And in a part two that was never supposed to be (shout out to @deepperplexity this is for you lol❤) Here is a nice little smutty addition to day 10's prompt (you can find it right -> here <-). Now let's not waste any time and dive in :D!

Whoever was working at the Met* needed to be fired immediately. Every single one of those useless gits because not only did they incorrectly forecast the timing of the snowstorm that was currently preventing [Y/n] from leaving Sinclair’s home (how was that even possible with all the computer models they should have?). But they also didn’t mention how ferocious it was going to suddenly turn when sunset arrived. 

Bloody good use of her tax dollars those lot were. 

So here [Y/n] was buried under layers of blankets even as the heating unit kept the home at a comfortable temperature and the worst of the cold out. It wasn’t warm enough for her though, and she had nearly ransacked Sinclair’s bedding closet for more blankets before retiring to the guest room she had been staying in.

Tossing and turning, waiting for sleep to take her, she found that it continued to evade her due to the relentless winds outside causing the windows to rattle something fierce.

It honestly kind of scared her and she kept worrying that they might shatter or something. Sinclair had told her quite gleefully though that they were shatterproof so she didn’t have to worry about it, but still, anything could happen!

And unfortunately, while that anything didn’t come with the glass shattering, it did come in the form of everything suddenly becoming much darker and quieter around her. The sound of the heating unit suddenly went silent. And the white noise from things plugged into walls also went dead leaving her with a ringing in her ears.

Oh no for the love of-

“Sinclair!” 

His name was the first thing she squeaked out as she poked her head out from underneath the blankets, eyes only seeing darkness as they tried to adjust to the lack of lighting. There was a dash of hope that he had heard her call for him in the silence of the house but who was she fooling knowing he had probably fallen asleep the moment his head hit his pillow. 

Pulling the blankets up to her chin she peered around the room nervously taking in the different shapes and sizes of the pieces of furniture that littered the room.

Each of them was shrouded in darkness and each of them seemed as if they were moving whenever her eyes bounced to another piece. And then there were the creaking noises from the wind. And the windows kept shaking. And was there something behind that dresser?

“No no no no, [Y/n], stop it you’re a grown woman and you are not afraid of the things in the dark-” 

There was a loud thud that came from the far side of the room that had her shutting up and shooting out of the bed with all her blankets still wrapped around her as she made a beeline to the bedroom door.

It was a miracle that she hadn't tripped over all of them as she flung the door open and marched just down the hall barely making out where she was going in the darkness. Thankful that Sinclair’s bedroom had only been two doors down she went and turned the knob hoping it was unlocked and almost cheering when she met no resistance trying to get in.

“Sinclair are you awake?” Her voice was hardly above a whisper as she peeked into the bedroom, eyes landing on the large bed in the middle of the room where she could see a lump that was no doubt who she was looking for. 

There was no answer at first. But she had no desire to linger in the hallway any longer due to the unfounded fear of something grabbing her from behind. Shuffling in and closing the door, she made her way over to the foot of the bed all wrapped in blankets before calling out to him again.

“Sinclair, wake up!” She hissed, wrapping the blankets against her tightly as the cold air began to already try and seep into her bones. 

For a moment she watched him stir in hopes that he was waking up before those hopes were dashed and he ceased any movements other than the steady rise and fall of his back. Oh no, this wasn’t going to work, no not at all. She refused to freeze in a dark room all by herself and she was going to make it his problem too. 

Creeping over to his side of the bed, she reached a hand out through all the layers she currently had wrapped around her before violently shaking him and calling out loudly,

“Wake up!”

If her yelling didn’t wake him up, the sudden sensation of being jostled and pushed had his eyes snapping open and his heart racing as he startled awake because who in the world? Tossing over to see what was going on, the first thing he was met with was a black mass hovering over him before he was shouting confused, and still bleary from sleep.

“Fucking hell what in the-!” Eyes squinting in the dark and making out that it was [Y/n] standing at the foot of his bed and not a murderous maniac, Sinclair’s head fell back onto the pillow, a sigh of relief slipping out as his hand flew up to push his hair away from his face. He gave a silent thanks that the person standing over him wasn’t a murderer but his silly friend before turning back to her and groaning. “[Y/n] you look like the bloody ghost of Christmas past. What are you doing in here?”

A frown tugged at her lips at his words and she pushed him again lightly earning a gravelly huff of ‘stop that’ before answering.

“The lights went out and it’s dark and the windows are rattling and I think there was someone in my room.”

So that’s why it was so dark? From the sound of the wind whipping outside, he guessed it made sense that something had happened to knock the electricity out and with how ferocious the storm was it would be a while before they were back. 

Fan-fucking-tastic. 

Thinking a little clearer now that he was more awake than before he scooted up from the bed, back resting on the headboard and looking over to [Y/n] who was swaying side to side as she waited for him to say something.

“[Y/n], I highly doubt there is anyone in your room.” He murmured, yawning and closing his eyes again. “It was probably just the walls creaking or something hitting them from outside. Go back to sleep.”

“Are you sure because you sure thought I was a stranger so there could be someone!”

“Well, what is one to do when they wake up and all they see is a black mass hovering over them and squawking?”

He had a point there but still even if there wasn’t anyone in the room, it was going to get cold fast and that was equally something distressing to her. Biting her inner cheek as she was not at all keen on going back in the dark hallway to the dark room, she shuffled over closer to the bed before sitting on the edge of it. 

“[Y/n] what are you-”

“Can I stay with you?” The question came with no hesitation as she already began to lay on her side, or tried to as the mountain of blankets over her prevented her from leaning all the way. 

Any tiredness that he had wore off at her words and his eyes opened up to make out her lumpy shape next to him. Stay with him? In his bed? That was a little too risky for him considering the warm budding feelings that had emerged from the depths for her over the past few days she had been helping around and cheering him up. Maybe it was how bright and merry she had been in his gloom, making him feel somewhat more alive than he had been for the past few months.

She had somehow even gotten him to dance with her the night before to some old records that she had brought and he loathed dancing. Plus it had been a while since there had been another to share his bed and he just didn’t know how he felt about that. [Y/n] was absolutely lovely and dear to him and while he absolutely adored her he found that it was a bit of a liability and he didn’t want to hurt her.

Taking his silence as a ‘no’ she rolled herself over to look at him and for a moment he couldn’t help the amusement he felt as she struggled to turn around due to all the blankets around her. After a second she was finally successfully maneuvering herself over so that she was able to look up at him from her spot.

“Please?” She whined softly, wiggling in her blankets and already getting comfortable because there was no way in hell she was going back into a room with a potential murderer. “It’s going to get cold in the room by myself and you know how I get when I’m cold.”

“[Y/n] I don’t…” he hesitated as he felt her shuffling close to him while laying her head on his shoulder causing his already deteriorating resolve to falter even more. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You kicked me when you were napping on the sofa yesterday and I would rather not be on the floor in the morning.” 

It was a truly feeble excuse and he would have laughed at himself if he wasn’t so desperate to avoid a scenario that would have them both embarrassed. There was this line in the sand that he felt was drawn between them especially because he had supported her financially and helped her find a better job in the past. And if something happened, well he didn’t want her to feel like there had been strings attached to his help. 

“Promise I won’t kick you then.” She spoke, breaking his thought process and bringing him back into the present. “It’s too damn cold for me to be moving around like that anyways.”

Even in the dark, he could envision her giving him that puppy dog look as she said that. It was the same one she had given him a few days ago that started all this indulging of hers that left him with a growing warmth in his chest on those chilly days. Wide eyes and a tiny pout on her lips. Those pretty little lips of hers that were just made to be kissed-

‘Fucking hell Sinclair what are you about to get yourself into.’

Was what he thought as he sighed out his answer.

“Come on then but I better not end up with a bruised back,” he groaned, scooting over so that she could have some more room to lay down on. A childlike giggle left [Y/n] at his words and she began to scoot over toward him with the mountain of blankets that actually threatened to push him to the edge of the bed.

“Christ [Y/n] you look like a giant marshmallow! At least unwrap yourself and put them on top.”

A snicker of ‘okay’ left her as she rolled back off the bed and began to strip layer after layer of blankets off before tossing them on top of the bed and quickly crawling back underneath them with him.

She wiggled next to him before turning around so that her back was facing him and for a moment he felt a sigh of relief pass through him. Good, they could face back to back and he didn’t have to worry about-.

“Now here you come face my back so you can be my back warmer since you somehow fare better in this weather than I do.”

‘Oh no.’

“[Y/n] wait I don’t think-”

“No none of that you don’t think it’s a good idea,” she huffed out trying to glare over her shoulder at him while going to tug his arm over to her, “it’s a better idea than me freezing to death so come on no complaining ‘Clair.”

His eyes narrowed at her little nickname for him as he turned around to face her back as she had asked but only because he had some words about what she had called him.

“Don’t call me that,” he hissed out as his cheeks warmed in annoyance from the name. “One of those twits at the firm likes to call me that as if we’re friends and has a madding habit of slapping me on the shoulder when we see each other.”

“A right tosser and an arse if I have to say so, you should tell him not to call you that, and to learn some boundaries,” she yawned, scooting herself into his front to get cozy as his hand automatically went to hold her waist.

“You don’t think I want to?” His tone sour as he thought about the one colleague that he wished he could push out one of those glass elevators. Subconsciously his fingers tightened around her waist and had he been listening closer, he would have heard the harsh breath that she had let out from him squeezing her. “He’s unfortunately married to the head of finance and you know he would probably go running to her if someone didn’t play ball.”

“Mhm.”

Her clipped answer had him peering over her even though he couldn’t see her expression in the dark, curious if she was already falling asleep. It also didn’t help that she had buried her face into the pillow beneath having quickly gotten comfortable with him. 

“Have I bored you to sleep already with my complaining?”

“A little bit of that but,” there was a hint of playfulness, a breathiness in her voice as she pushed back against rubbing her bottom against his front that had a spark of electricity coursing through both of them and a gasp leaving Sinclair at the movement. “You’re really warm.”

Embarrassed wasn’t even the right word for how he felt at the moment as he felt himself twitch and harden slowly against her bottom. Mortified was more appropriate and he probably looked like a ghost with how the color felt like it was draining out of him. 

“Love-,” no even that harmless word felt dirty at that moment as he tried to pull away from her only to be caught off guard when a little moan left her throat.

“No it’s fine stay,” she whimpered, tugging his arm back over her waist, entangling her fingers with his as she laid his hand over her lower stomach. Pushing herself back against him and grinding gently against the growing arousal that he was trying to put a lid on even though it was far too late for that.

“[Y/n], y-you don’t- I’m sorry I didn’t-.” He could hear how his voice trembled and if he could think straight he would probably try and do more to push her away but fuck was there something in the back of his mind that wanted to hold her closer. 

It had been too long and she was so soft in his hands, so warm, and the cute moan that had just left her lips had him aching in ways he couldn’t remember. But still, he had to give her an out. They could just forget it if she said no and he would happily oblige her.

“We don’t- you don’t have to do this [Y/n],” a breathy groan left him as she stroked the hand in her grasp with her thumb as she continued to roll her hips languidly against him.  

“I know.” It was a clipped answer as she continued, a breathy sigh leaving her as she felt how he began to harden against her with each roll of her hips against him.

“I don’t want you to,” his sentence was interrupted by another faint moan as he felt her begin to rock her clothed bottom against him slowly and steadily. There was no rushing, just a gentle bubbling build-up inside both of them as she held his hand close to her. “ I don’t want you to feel like you have to do this.”

“But I want to,” she turned her head as far as she could to look at him, pausing her movements and giving him a playful smirk that she knew he probably couldn’t see. “And plus I’m still cold and I think it be a fun way to warm up?”

He bit his bottom lip. This was a terrible idea. A foolish one that they would regret the next morning. But if it was so ridiculous, why in god's name was he letting her take his hand and trail it down her front letting it rest right at the edge of the waistband to her pants? And why was he becoming more eager with each roll of her against him to feel her warmth wrapped around him and sucking him in? 

Each whine and mewl had him throbbing and the way he could feel her stomach trembling underneath his fingers had his digits twitching wanting to touch and stroke her and bring her some form of pleasure like she was for him. And it was like she could read him because she was suddenly pushing his hand just past her waistband where he could feel her skin radiate with heat. 

“Go ahead,” she panted out her stomach clenching at the tingling sensation that intensified in her belly as he brushed against the sensitive skin. “Do what you want, I want it too.”

There was no need for her to ask twice before his hand was sinking down between her legs and cupped her leaking cunt harshly. His palm began grinding into her aching clit causing her to lay her head back against his front as a sharp cry of,

“Sinclair!” Escaped her throat as jolts of electricity had her spasming as soon as he began to rub circles against her. 

The sound of his name coming out of her mouth with such fervor sounded like music to his ears and he didn’t know what possessed him as he leaned over her and latched his lips against the exposed neck.

Another whine left her as she began to grind against him in the same rhythm he was touching her and oh it was so damn good. Feeling how thick, and large he was as he made her body sing his praises with each grind of his palm and each press of his fingers against her opening that was a soaking mess for him at this point. 

Fuck she felt like she was suffocating and burning up underneath his hurried touches and combined with the mountain of covers on top of them she was surely going to pass out from the heat. 

Well, she did want to be warm, didn’t she?

“Sinclair, want you in me please?” She mewled out, panting as her hips moved erratically while the bubble in her gut began to react to the thought of finally having something warm inside of her after quite a dry spell. It was exciting to be so close to someone in such an intimate frenzy after such a long time. And it made it even better that it was someone she-

A desperate sound left her throat, her thoughts being interrupted when she felt his warm palm disappear from her heat and instead only being left to grind against the rough fabric of her underwear that was cool and wet. 

The discomfort quickly evaporated when she felt damp fingers kiss her skin before going to tug her pants and underwear down. She was keen to help pull them down also, too eager to feel his skin unclothed and warm against her own.

Once she was rid of those pesky underclothes, it was her turn to flip over to him, a wicked smile was hidden in the dark as her fingers brushed over his cock. Squeezing it and being met with a soft groan as she stroked him underneath the soft cotton of his sweatpants. 

“Mmm, keep that up and I won’t make it [Y/n].”

That wouldn’t do, even if she was nearly salivating at him and thought about having a little taste. But that would have to wait till next time. Well, hopefully, there was a next time because as she pulled the drawstrings on his sweatpants loose and helped him out of his own clothes, she couldn’t help but moan when her fingers finally found themselves sprawled against his warm, thick, and very wet cock.

At that moment she knew this could not be a one time thing as she would absolutely die a brokenhearted woman if she didn’t get to have another go (or more) at him. She didn’t have time to think about that though because she was suddenly being turned back onto her side facing away from him as she felt him nestle his length against her back.

Grabbing her leg that was on top of the other, Sinclair pulled it just over his thigh moving his hips just so that she could feel the tip of him pressing against her entrance as she spread her open. 

She was physically quivering at that point as she felt his lips press against her neck before he was nuzzling into her skin. Unhurriedly he dragged his cock against her slit coating it with the abundance of wetness that he had helped create causing her body to jolt at the delicious sensation. It was taking everything in her not to just push back on him and sink herself onto him. 

So when he suddenly froze right before he was about to enter her and let an annoyed groan slip from his lips she began whining, squirming against wondering why he had stopped.

“Wait love I think we may have a problem,” he mumbled against her neck, holding her hip still and pulling away from her to keep her from thrusting back onto him.

“What,” she wailed, never having felt this needy before, impatient to have him stretch and fill her aching cunt that was throbbing and clenching beckoning for him to be inside of her. 

“Unless you’re eager to potentially be a mum soon,” he groused, not enjoying the thought of having to stop their little ‘warming session’, “we may need to stop as I don’t…have any condoms.”

“Are you clean?” 

“Pardon?” It wasn’t that he was shocked about the question, it was more that it had come so suddenly and urgently. 

“Sinclair please,” his name came out more desperate sounding than she had intended but she couldn’t help it as it was killing her to not push back on him. She wanted him in her so badly that she almost wanted to cry at how fuzzy she felt that he wasn’t filling her up. “Are you clean, no diseases?”

If he was shocked at the question he didn’t let on before a short,

“Yes, checked during the divorce and no one else till you.”

“Thank fuck I am too,” she sighed pushing her hips back against him as she felt his grip loosen on her eager to keep going. “ I’m still on the pill so if you trust me I’m fine without one.”

He didn’t waste a moment more when he heard her, grabbing her leg again and positioning the tip of him at her entrance.

“Well it’s good that I trust you,” he purred, causing her body to shudder at the rich dark tone he had taken with her. “Because we wouldn't be doing this would we?”

With one harsh thrust, he was splitting her open, for him. Exposing the lust and want that had been building up in her for him. At that very same moment, as he entered her, she felt as if there could be nothing better than being as she was now. 

“Oh my god!”

Her back arched violently against his chest, curving so perfectly as her hand flew back to grab onto his thigh for purchase as he began to furiously pound into her cunt that was sucking him in with each thrust. The sound of their panting and the slick sounds of skin hitting skin filled the empty air around them. 

There was nothing to distract them from the symphony their bodies were creating as they rutted against each other both trying to find that satisfying end that neither had thought they would be chasing that night.

Snaking his hand up from her thigh and underneath her shirt, Sinclair roughly squeezed at one of [Y/n] breasts, stroking and massaging the skin before his fingers roughly pinched and pulled at the pebbled nipple that was aching for a touch. Another jolt of pleasure rippled down her spine and into her quivering heat that he was plundering over and over and she could barely form any words other than,

“Don’t stop please!” “Faster!”

And he obliged, never once faltering in his pace as long gone were the thoughts he had about making her feel as if his past help came with attached strings to them. No. The only thought now as the muscles in his stomach clenched from the fervor of his actions, and his cock pulsated each time her body contracted around him was to get both of them to their end.

“[Y/n], you’re squeezing me so good, keep going,” he rasped hotly, leaning down to kiss her cheek again, causing her to whine at how sweet it felt opposite to the carnal way he was thrusting into her. “Let me get you to where you want, alright?” 

Each thrust had streams of moans and cries leaving both of them joining in the melody around them as he played with her body learning exactly where to stroke to have her keening for him. What had her clenching and grinding down for him and just where exactly to hit to have her calling out,

“Right there!” She sobbed out suddenly and desperately as the tip of his cock began to rub and push against the spot that had her legs shaking and her insides trembling. Her free hand flew down in between her legs to rub fast and harsh circles around her clit that was throbbing uncontrollably from the impending end. “Please don’t stop! Gonna come please, please please!” 

“Come, darling,” he panted out as he snapped his hips against hers only to pause to grind into that spot that made her shake and cry for him. “Go ahead, let me feel you.”

Never letting up from his relentless plundering of her, she pressed herself against him as much as she could, shaking as he assaulted her wetness that was dripping down her thighs and against her fingers while she stroked and pinched and pressed until.

“Sinclair!”

He couldn’t stop himself from leaning over and pressing his lips against hers when he felt her body go stiff and her cunt spasm bringing his own orgasm to a crest along with hers. Their moans were muffled by each other's lips as they spilled onto each other. Coating each other with their essences that mixed together forming a sticky concoction that was just for them. 

Neither wanted to let go of the other, as lips pressed against each other over and over. Softly, and sweetly opposite to the harsh and fast pace rutting that had possessed them just seconds ago. The only thing they could think about was how warm they felt with each other and so of course when they broke away [Y/n] couldn’t help but whine at him. She hated the feeling of losing his warmth and weight on her and in her and she was happy to protest it.

“Wait come back,” she moaned, turning to face him wanting to at least snuggle him a bit before having to venture back out into the cold. Because well, she wasn’t too keen on having him drip out of her no matter how warm it felt at the moment…and also her pants.

Humming in contentment when he felt her cuddle up into his side, he dropped his hand to rest on her lower back, before caressing her and smiling at the little purr she made. 

“You know, you’re going to have to go to the bathroom soon right?” He spoke, voicing what she had just been thinking. His voice was thick with sleepiness making it darker and deeper than it already was yet it was still filled with warmth and care for her as he peered down at her in the darkness. “I don’t want you complaining to me later about coming down with some disease.

She acknowledged him with a lazy ‘mhm’, not yet wanting to get up from her spot as she was warm and cozy now just like she had wanted to be. “I know but you did such a good job warming me up so I just had to share the ambiance.” 

A tiny smirk crossed his face as his eyes closed, tiredness beginning to catch up with him considering his startled awakening earlier and then the little session they had. It was also probably because he was so tired, he couldn’t stop himself from asking,

“Since I did such a good job, I’m assuming you’ll want a repeat whenever you get cold?”

“Maybe, but,” she paused, feeling her face heat up at his question and her nerves dancing at the answer she was going to give hoping he meant what she thought. “I wouldn’t mind it either if it was also just whenever?”

If she could see him in the dark, she would see the way his expression relaxed, his smirk turning into a soft smile as he leaned down to kiss her forehead causing her to sigh as a more delicate warmth enveloped her.

“I was hoping you would say something like that.”

A tiny smile grew on her face at his words as she let herself rest on his shoulders thinking about how being snowed in wasn’t so bad. As long as she was snowed in with her sunshine to keep her warm she was happy for the snowstorm to keep raging on for a little longer.

FYI - *Met Office is UK's national weather service (or that's what Google says at least)

A/N: Well they definitely got their happy ending 😏😏. Snowstorms are good for all sorts of warming activities don't you think? 🤭🤔 I hope the smut was okay as it was def rushed due to some unexpected woes that happened right before I wrote it🤣🤣 I may have also been up till 2am getting it done bc I goofed and forgot what day it was. Either way let me know if you liked it and thanks for stopping by 🥰🥰🥰

[myveryownfanfiction]

rickmas day 13!

prompt: Repetitive Carols

warnings: none

The wizard wireless was tuned to a muggle station and I was humming along as I hung the decorations in my chambers. For the taller areas, I used my wand. It didn’t feel right but there was no way I wanted to find and use a step ladder to hand anything over the windows.

“Darling, what are you doing?” Severus ducked as a strand of garland flew through the air to hang itself around my doorframe. I blushed as he slowly made his way around the boxes of decorations.

“Decorating. Enjoying the music.” I waved my hand at the wireless. Severus furrowed his eyebrows and frowned.

“That’s the fourth time they’ve played that song.” He muttered as he took a seat on my bed. I caught his eye and giggled. “Oh shut it.” Smiling, I turned back to the decorations. Turning towards the corner of the room, I held up a small box and looked over my shoulder at Severus.

“Help with the tree?” He nodded and got up. We decorated the tree, teasing each other by throwing tinsel and glitter at each other. Severus froze mid throw.

“That song is playing again.” He grumbled. I nodded and waved my wand to change the channel only to be met with the same song. “I can’t stand that song.” I switched the wireless over to the wizarding station and we both breathes a sigh of relief at the change of song.

“I hate when that song plays too. Just because people get sappy and romantic at the holidays doesn’t mean everyone else needs to hear that song several times in one hour.” I lamented. Severus wrapped his arms around me and hummed. We gently swayed to the song that was playing. I leaned back against him and smiled over my shoulder at him. “Although I’m not apposed to the sappy and romantic aspect of the holidays.” Severus chuckled before kissing my cheek.

“Nor am I. Despite what the students say.” We both froze before starting to laugh as the song changed. “Must be muggle born or half blood manning the station tonight. Figured they could slip it in and no one would notice.” Severus waved his wand and turned off the wireless.

“I’d rather have a silent night with you than listen to that song over and over again.” Severus kissed me before gently arranging tinsel on my head. I pulled away and yanked it off, throwing it at him.

“Let’s finish the tree luv.” Smiling, we continued to make our own holiday traditions and memories without the sound of music.

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 3! prompt: Glittery Mishap

warnings: swearing, bullying

Furrowing my eyebrows, I watched Sirius and Remus lugging a large package through the common room. I followed them and wandered through the halls.

“Oi! You two! What are you doing with that box?” I called out as I saw them nearing the Great Hall. Sirius jumped and nearly dropped the box but Remus was quicker. He managed to catch and balance it before it hit the floor.

“This?” Sirius asked, trying his best to be innocent. The glittering light in his eyes told me different. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“It’s for Severus isn’t it?” I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. “When are you assholes going to learn?” Sirius started to laugh while Remus at least had the decency to look ashamed.

“Wait until he opens it to find out.” Sirius teased while Remus nodded in the background.

“Sirius Black! How could you?” I cried out, pointed behind him at Remus.

“Moony! How could you?” Remus looked more ashamed as Sirius turned on him. It lasted a moment before he shook himself off and continued into the Great Hall. Sighing, I followed them as they made their way to the Slytherin table. “Hey can you lot make sure Snape gets this?” One of the younger Slytherins nodded, looking up at Sirius with a mixture of fear and resentment.

“I’ll make sure he gets it.” I grumbled out as I slide into the seat in front of the box. “And he won’t be opening it here. Knowing you assholes it won’t be good.” Sirius rolled his eyes but walked away anyway. Shaking my head, I waited. Severus walked in ten minutes later. His steps faltered when he saw me sitting in his usual spot.

“(Y/N).” He acknowledged. Taking the seat next to me, he lowered his voice. “What are you doing over here? You know if malfoy catches you over here again…” he broke off, leaving the threat that had been made hang in the air.

“I know. But this,” I gently hit the box, not knowing what was in it to begin with. “Is from the marauders.” The blood drained from Severus’ face, making him more pale than usual. I picked up the box and stood up. “I know you just got here but…” Severus nodded and we headed out of the room. I wrapped my robes around me tighter as I lead him outside to the Quidditch pitch.

“Why here?” He asked looking around. I smiled gently at him.

“one it’s away from prying eyes. Two they won’t think to look for you here. Three,” I put the box down in the middle of the pitch and took his hand. I led him to the other end and pulled out my wand. “Wingardium leviosa.” Severus and I watched as the lid of the box lifted into the air and the box exploded. Glitter flew everywhere, some even landing inches from where we were standing. “Aren’t you glad I made you come out here now?” I muttered as we started towards the box.

“Obviously.” Severus intoned. I rolled my eyes as we both hesitantly looked into the box. It gave a final burst of glitter, which landed directly in our faces. “What the fuck (Y/N)?” Severus laughed. I angrily wiped at my face, making the glitter continue to fall into my robes. “How are we going to clean up now?”

“Forget cleaning up. I’m going to kill those assholes. Screw it if I’m as sparkly as a disco ball.” I turned to start my way back to the castle. Severus reached out and grabbed my hand.

“Leave it. You don’t need to stick up for me.” He said. I shook my head, opening my mouth to argue. Severus smiled at me and squeezed my hand. “We’ll get them later. I’ll scourgify our robes but you might want to take them off first. We can deal with our faces in a bit.” I nodded and led him into the Gryffindor changing room. We took our robes off and Severus cast the spell. I filled the basin and we scrubbed our faces until we got most of the glitter off.

“Better.” I smiled at him and hesitantly reached out to brush some of his hair back. “You still have some glitter in your hair but a proper shower should fix that.” Severus and I froze, his expression turning from content to panic in a second. I looked up and scoffed. “Damn madame hooch.” I muttered as I pointed up.

“Mistletoe.” Severus breathed out in relief. “We can’t move until we…” I nodded.

“Exactly.” Laughing, Severus leaned in and kissed me. I slide my fingers further into his hair as he tugged me closer by the waist. The spell broke but we didn’t. Finally, we pulled away and i sheepishly smiled at me. “Uh you wanted to know why I stick up for you.” Severus chuckled and leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“I think I get it now.” He smiled as he pulled me in for another kiss. “I’m glad that glitter bomb went off.” I laughed and wrapped my arms around him.

“I am too. But I won’t tell them that.”

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 18. Snowstorm

Pairing: Brandon x Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

Continuation of: Prompt .1 Home For Christmas

A/N: So, I’ve gotten some requests/wishes for Brandon smut, the continuation of prompt 1 of this RICKMAS, and for more tender and gentle Brandon - well, I’m here to make all those wishes come true! 🥰

Tags/TW’s: Explicit Smut, Adoration, Desperation, Care, Devotion, Love

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 2.1k+

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‘I know of something far prettier, that I would adore making a mess of, in due time,’ he had said over two weeks ago. The welcoming of his homecoming had lasted the entire evening and when the time to retire had finally come about he had seemed so utterly drained you had only wished to snuggle him. Christopher had fallen asleep in just a few seconds so you had known your choice to offer him warmth and comfort had been the right one no matter how your body had burned to be touched by him.

There had been something else burning you that night though. Being a gentle soul, easily afflicted by ailments from the time you were sick as a young child, the time spent out in the cold when greeting him had sent you into a high fever. You were unable to remember the first week of your husband being back home but each time you had come to he had been by your side. Worry in his eyes and soothing voice.

Now it had been three days since you had been fully restored and the fever gone. You felt more than fine yet your husband had been most stern about you resting and not doing anything that required any energy. That, unfortunately, extended to lovemaking as well. It was driving you bonkers that all he offered were small kisses and long hugs. It had been months, months since you had laid with him and having him home but not willing was infuriating.

Now it was Sunday, one week left until Christmas Day and you could not take it anymore. Much like the howling wind outside you felt as if you would kick up a storm if he did not see sense soon. Your entire body was desperate for his touch, your mind in shambles — made worse by the absolute beauty he was. You adored his kindness and care, the way he worried and always held your well-being as an absolute priority. But now, by god, you wished to whack him atop his pretty head with the candlestick on your nightstand to get him to see reason.

His hair was sleep tossed and his eyes soft as he watched you the very second he awoke. “Good morning, love,” he whispered but you huffed at him. “My love, what is the matter?” he asked, alarmed by the way you turned your face away from him. “It is not a good morning. In fact, it is the most terrible morning when one wakes up next to the most beautiful man one has ever laid eyes upon, which one is married to as well, yet the man is untouchable,” you sulked out, being so tensed up with need you couldn’t help the sour mood.

Christopher moved about in bed while you laid with your back towards him. His hand travelled up your bare arm most gently before he placed a soft kiss on your shoulder. The warmth of his body reached you as he came closer. “Love, you were not well,” he said quietly. “But I am more than well now, yet my husband is withholding himself from me so adamantly.” “Love, you must understand, I do not wish to cause you any harm.” “You are harming me now, denying me what I wish for the most… How can you not see that I need you?” you asked, nearly in a pleading voice still tinted by the sour need coursing through your entire body — as if he were in your very blood.

He kissed your shoulder again, tenderly, while his hand journeyed to your own where he entwined his fingers with yours while you watched the snow begin to stick to the window on the other side of the room. “Do you promise you are fully well, darling?” he asked, his voice an octave lower than before. “Yes, I’m well, Christopher. Please… I need you as much as my next breath,” you confessed while your body warmed under his hold and the pebbling of little kisses ha lavished your shoulder and neck with.

“All I wish, is to care for you,” he said while moving slowly to lay atop you. “All I want in life, is your joy and love,” he continued while he situated himself between your legs. His gorgeous face hovered above yours and you felt your body begin to burn under the intense but adoring manner he viewed you. “You have all of that,” you said softly, your breathing turning harsher. “Then what’s left is your pleasure, my love,” he hummed in that baritone voice of his. “It’s all yours,” you whispered while reaching up to wrap your arms around his shoulders while he leaned forward.

Your lips met and the world was gone. There was only you and him. There was nothing else in existence at that very moment when he laid between your thighs and you felt him grow hard against your pelvis.

He kissed you with ardency, tender care and warmth. His hand travelled down along the side of your naked body until he reached your thigh where he grabbed a hold gently. Your mingling tongues danced as he began to slowly grind against you, the ridge of his cock stroking between your folds only to nudge your clit towards the end, each and every time. It had you spiralling into a moaning mess beneath him in no amount of time.

“I adore you,” he hummed against your lips. “With every ounce of me there is,” he continued as he travelled down to your neck while squeezing your thigh to part your legs further. “Darling, please,” you moaned as he gave your nipple a soft lick before travelling to the other where he sucked it in between his teeth before offering it the same treatment.

Your hands reached up to grab at the sides of the pillow as he travelled further down, kissing his way to your wanting core with nothing but pure love in his tender touches. “I will ever only wish to please you,” he said as he nestled down between your thighs. Your chest was heaving, your heart hammering and there was nothing but lust and love in it for him. “I have no other purpose in life, my love,” he said before his tongue stroked over your clit. The little bundle of nerves already so sensitive and needy for his attention after such a long time of him being absent.

He latched on, gently, and suckled at the tiny bud while he move to give his fingers access. While his tongue kept lavishing your most sensitive spot he gently pushed his finger inside you. You gasped, your back arched and he pushed his digit all the way in. “Hmmm,” he groaned, the vibrations of his mouth making you gasp out. “Oh, god,” you whimpered while he stroked your insides in a teasingly slow manner while his tongue kept licking and circling your clit in a way that only allowed your pleasure to build, not to find the release you so desperately craved.

“You are everything,” he said while pushing a second digit inside of you. You threw your head back before lifting it only to find him looking up along your body with the most gorgeous look in his eyes. The warmest, purest of happiness radiating from him while he smiled so utterly fondly at you — all while his fingers worked their way in and out of you at a maddening pace. “Please, please, I need-, haaa-!” you choked out as he curled his fingers to reach that elusive spot deep inside of you that had you in utter shambles.

“So beautiful,” he whispered while he began to kiss your thigh. You were being driven to the brink of madness from the tender, soft, slow torture of pleasure you had wished for so desperately. Your entire body was tensing, every muscle and nerve cording themselves under his ministrations.

“Christopher, I beg you, please,” you whimpered as he upped the pace and rose up. The view of him, half sitting on his knees between your thighs as he pleasured you and began to stroke himself leisurely was indescribable. He was so beautiful, so lust-inducing that there was no way on god’s green earth that you’d ever be able to have enough of him. He was everything to you, and no matter how he tortured you with slow and tender loving that you adored so viciously you would never have your fill of him.

“I want all your pleasure, I crave it, my love. All this time, these days of having you close but never close enough, such torture to my soul,” he groaned while his hand gripped his cock harder. It was erotic beyond words. To see him pleasure himself while doing the same to you. But you needed more, you needed him.

As if he could feel how close you were, how your desperation had sky-rocketed, he leaned forward and withdrew his fingers from you. You moaned and ached at the emptiness while he lined himself up between your thighs. His eyes never left yours.

As his lips kissed yours, he gently pushed himself inside your slick cunt. Your hands shot up, gripping at his neck to pull him closer while he sank to the base into you with a restrained groan. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you whimpered as he kissed your cheek and laid down atop you without adding any true weight. “As I love you,” he said on a deep exhale by your ear.

He began to pump into you at a slow and steady pace, appearing to draw out the pleasure from your body with each perfect stroke. Your legs wrapped around him as you met him thrust for thrust. Your panted breaths mingled with his and a sheen of sweat began to mist your body as you did all you could to not cry out how desperate you were for him to make you come.

“More,” he groaned, “not yet,” he gritted while you felt his entire body go rigid. You were wobbling on the edge too, holding back with all your might, waiting for him to tell you to let go. You were clinging to your sanity as he picked up the pace with a near snarl escaping his lips that were pressed against your neck. The tip of his nose dug into your skin and you had nearly resorted to begging when he slammed into you so harshly you cried out from the bliss claiming you.

“Yes,” he groaned while slamming into you again, and again, his cock pulsing and your insides clenching as you whimpered and crumbled beneath him. Your entire body shook while pleasure beyond comprehension washed over you in crashing waves as he filled you with his cum.

You saw stars when he stilled and kissed your neck softly. “Love,” he panted, “are you alright?” he asked, as he always did. “I’m wonderful,” you said in a sated tone, feeling the last trembles subside while he softened inside you. The way he squeezed you a little tighter had your heart fluttering and you leaned your own head up to bury your face in the crook of his neck as both of you found your equilibrium again.

You hadn’t even taken notice of the way the wind had picked up outside, or how the snow now covered all the windows — sticking to the glass like paper to glue. The weather was raging beyond the walls of the Delaford Estate and you couldn’t have cared less. No storm out there could ever match the one in your heart when your husband leaned up and looked down on you with such adoration and care in his bright eyes.

“Appears that we shall remain indoors today, love,” he said and you giggled. “I can think of a few things we can do to keep ourselves… warm,” you whispered, a small blush creeping over your dear husband's cheeks from the way you looked at him with unabashed hunger. “You are insatiable,” he murmured with a soft smile before he kissed the tip of your nose. “A bath first, and then we shall see what other compromising positions I can have you in.” It was your turn to blush, but your heart leapt at his words.

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[Dec:2022]

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 1. Home For Christmas

Pairing: Brandon x Wife!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: Delaford Estate

A/N: I'm a day late due to being super-duper sick, have been for 2 weeks now but I will do my best to make sure you'll get a fic a day until Christmas Eve darlings! 💚 We are kicking this month’s shenanigans off with our sweet Colonel Brandon returning home from overseas to you, his beloved wife, after being apart for nearly six months. I hope you’ll enjoy this very first fic 💚

Tags/TW’s: Fluff, Kissing, Longing

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1,8k+

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There was a dreary quietness constantly present at Delaford Estate recently. The staff was lovely and caring. You never lacked company or conversation. Yet, it was not right. There was a longing, a missing, within your heart that none could calm or remove but your beloved husband, your dear Christopher.

Christmas was approaching, when he had left the flowers had been in full bloom as summer had begun but now the ground was covered in glistening snow and there had been no news of his whereabouts for the past two weeks. You usually received at least one letter a week and the absence of news had constructed a knot in your stomach.

You wandered the halls, up the stairs, along corridors and past closed doors, downstairs and along the windows of the grand ballroom. Your home, in all its glory, was beginning to take on the gentleness of Christmas as the servants hung garlands, and switched the white candles for red and green ones. All around, it was slowly but surely unfolding.

“Christopher,” you whispered and looked out through the massive window, “where are you, my heart?” There came no reply, from the widespread landscape beyond covered in glistening snow or the empty halls you were so fully surrounded with. Come home to me, you thought while your fingertips graced the cold glass.

You watched as your fingers left trails of warmth behind, painting swirls and abstract patterns absentmindedly while your thoughts lingered on the gentleman you loved beyond what words could possibly describe.

A black dot appeared far off in the distance, your throat cinched itself tight as you gasped. It appeared to nearly fly over the field while snow was kicked up in a swirl all around. Closer and closer it drew, faster and faster your heart hammered.

Right at the top of the hill, it stopped. The massive black steed carried the most precious man atop its back, it reared and your smile took shape — spreading your cheeks wide as you ran to your left, opening the glass doors cleverly hidden among the windows.

The cold air of December greeted you, stroking your bare arms only slightly covered with a silken scarf, and you ran. “Christopher!” you shouted with joy as the steed set off in another gallop, heading straight for you as you bolted down the slipper stone stairs with eager relief at seeing your husband anew. “Christopher!” you called again with laughter in your voice, dropping the scarf being tugged at by the wind. Your minty green dress bounced around your running legs and you were too overjoyed by his arrival to even lift it up from the snow below.

You dashed along the covered gravel, flicked open the back gate of icy iron, and laughed as he halted his horse with a whinnying neigh carried towards the cloudy sky above.

You were in his arms the next second. Oh God, how I have longed for you, my heart, you thought while his sturdy arms came around your waist and he lifted you up so your feet lost their contact with the ground below. “Darling, oh, my darling,” he murmured by your ear as one of his hands grasped your neck while the other arm and hand held a firm grasp of your middle part while he lowered you down gently, still pressing you against his taller frame.

“How I have missed you, my love,” he said by your ear in that baritone, rumbling voice that sent shivers along your spine while the tip of his hooked nose dug into your upper shoulder.

“I’ve longed for you with every beating of my heart,” you said as tears rolled down your cheeks when his musky, sweet scent reached your nose and mingled with the smell of horse and salty sweat. You inhaled as deeply as you could before a slightly choked laugh bubbled up from your throat.

“Let me view you, my darling,” Christopher said as he loosened his grip and leaned back, but your lower halves remained pressed against one another. His light grey eyes roamed your features while his cold hand came around to stroke your blushing cheek. He watched you with such reverence, such warmth and joy, your heart could scarcely take it for much longer.

Your eyes met his before they danced over his features, from the perfectly large nose to the marvellously thin lips you knew to be incredibly soft to the touch. “Beautiful,” he whispered and you slid your hands up from his chest to grasp his sturdy neck, pulling him towards you. “I love you,” you whispered, your voice a throaty sound as his viewing of you alone set your insides ablaze with unrelenting warmth. “As I love you,” he replied and dove in for your lips.

Your mouths crashed against one another, sealing you together while your tongues darted out gently to dance and caress each other. Marvelling in each others’ tastes and warmth, gripping and kissing each other oh-so-fiercely. He had come home to you, and not a minute too soon.

You whimpered as he groaned into your mouth. Longing and love mixing and tangling with each other while his large hands grabbed at your dress and neck, pulling you as close as possible. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough when there was fabric, or even air, between the two of you. Ever since your wedding day, he had been the one thing you could never have too close.

However, as your lungs began to burn and the heat within was unable to battle the cold air around, your mouths parted with a gasp shared between you both. His eyes hooked yours, yours refused to let go of the connection.

“How I have missed you, most grievously so,” your husband said with a calm severity to his voice that elicited the sweetest sensation within your heart. “As I have you, my sweetest heart,” you replied just as his lips widened with the most beautiful smile in tune with your own display of joy.

He reached for the reins of his horse, separating the two of you for a moment before you could wrap your arm around his. The coarse but soft coat he wore felt offensive to your bare skin as you so longed to grace each inch of his pale skin once more. You had no wish for propriety or sensible waiting, you wished to view each sliver of him and assert that he was indeed home and wholly yours once more.

“Why have you not written?” you asked as you crossed through the back garden. “Oh, my love,” he began, “I wished to do so, but I hadn’t the chance. My mind was fully occupied with returning to you, darling, and the postage services are nearly inoperable at Christmas time, swamped as they are.” Oh, that makes utter sense now that I think of it for a moment, you thought while you leaned further into your husband.

“I worried,” you whispered, the sensation slipping away fully along with the confession. “I apologies, my love,” he murmured and tensed his arm, the voice he spoke with bore the markings of guilt for a little moment but you tilted your head and beamed up at him. Simply happy he had returned, safe and sound, in time for Christmas.

“Colonel Brandon, sir,” said Anthony, the stable boy, and bowed deeply. “May I take your horse, Colonel?” he continued with a smile and Christopher nodded, a sharp motion of his head, while he held out the reins and Anthony smiled widely at him. “Welcome home, sir,” he said with another bow of his head. “Thank you,” Christopher replied and then the boy led away the horse just as the two of you began to traverse the stone steps up towards the open glass doors to the ballroom.

“We will make a mess,” you whispered while looking down at your slightly sodden dress and the almost wet slippers from the snow your body heat had melted. Your husband merely glanced down and smiled, a sly smirk that tugged one side of his mouth upwards in a most handsome way.

The next moment, you giggled out a shriek as he hoisted you up bridal style and stomped off the snow from his shiny black boots before entering the ballroom. “We cannot be making a mess of the floors when they shine so prettily,” he said in a low humming and you clung to his neck with a girly giddiness. You always adored when he carried you, making you feel as light as a feather and in perfectly capable hands.

“I know of something far prettier, that I would adore making a mess of, in due time,” he whispered and you gasped, your cheeks heating and your stomach tightening with cording nerves and warming softness. “Christopher,” you chided in a soft whisper, even if you adored his mischievous side. “But it will have to wait, I sense a large welcoming taking place,” he said as he stopped by the flickering fire in the grand hearth of polished stone and wrought iron. He sat you down on the padded bench before it, allowing your sodden dress and cold feet to heat up and dry with the fire’s help.

And, as if he had spoken a certain truth of the future, the ballroom began to fill with the Delaford staff who all wished to welcome their master home. You sat and watched as the staff, one by one greeted your sweet husband with smiles and warmth in their eyes.

He was a good man, and now, he was finally home once more. Within reach, to touch and view, to hear and be heard by. You couldn’t stop the tears of joy seeping out before they trickled down along your cheeks and dripped from your chin before you had a chance to swipe them away.

Your heart was overjoyed, beating harder and faster than at any moment in the past six months of his absence. My heart, my husband, my Christopher, your mind chanted as he greeted the last maid with yet another soft but somewhat withheld smile.

Then he turned towards you, a warmth colouring his eyes a darker grey. How you loved him, how deeply he had rooted himself within your heart. You were not whole without him, and you had dreaded spending Christmas without him by your side.

Now, as he took your hand, you were filled with such gratitude towards the heavens for bringing him home safe and sound to you. “My love,” he said as he kissed your knuckles with a twinkle in his eyes. “My heart,” you whispered in return and then he tugged on your hand, forcing you to move forward a step while he reached out and clutched you gently. He kissed you once more, with all the passion in the world but so seductively slow it told you he had all the time in the world to adore you. You came home for Christmas, home to me… You thought while your body turned soft and pliable in his gentle hold as his lips worshipped yours and the rest of the world with all its garlands, snow and flickering candles fell away.

He was home.

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A/N: Oh, I so hope you enjoyed this fluffy and light introduction to RICKMAS 2022! We have so much ahead of us and I sincerely hope you’ll enjoy every moment of this crazy month of daily fics!

MERRY RICKMAS DARLINGS! 💚

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[Dec:2022]

[deepperplexity]

🎄 RICKMAS - a challenge for all creators who love Alan Rickman or any of his characters! 🎄

HI DARLINGS! 2020 I created Snapemas, 2021 I converted it to Rickmas and I’m hopeful about keeping this tradition going for many years to come. I have my darlings to thank for that! You have asked me, even before Rickmas 2021 ended, about what’s going to happen with Rickmas this year - even asking me for specific continuations before I had even posted the last fic for last year's Rickmas 😂👍 - which helped me see how important this is to continue with. So, I know you’re excited about this tradition I’ve started and will continue with for as long as I possibly can, but I still need you to help spread the word and help the creators joining in to spread their work too. We create free content because we love it, but we share it to have people join us. So, share fanwork, share content, spread stuff all over and show your appreciation towards all creators working hard out of love - or spite perhaps 😂❤

Now, you all know the drill! I will give one prompt for each day up until the 24th of December. Do with it what you wish - make it the theme of the fic/drawing/song/video/etc., make it a feature or simply mention it in a corner. It’s all good no matter how you choose to create with these prompts! All creative things are welcome, everyone is welcome to join in the fun and if you do one or all prompts is completely up to you!

I’m hosting this lovely event to create more content, to allow fans to connect and build the fandom further. There has been so many rumours about the Rickmaniac fandom dying, the Snapedom dying, there not being a fanbase for certain characters etc., but I must be in completely different circles from those who think that because I only see everything growing and growing - WHICH I LOVE!

So, let’s build our fandom universe further this December!

This year’s tag is rickmas2022 - make sure to tag your work with it so we can all find your posts darlings - and I’m hoping that even more creators and consumers join in the fun this year!

Let’s yet again spread some love for our dear Alan Rickman and his characters this year!

On to the challenge list! ...drum roll please...

💚 RICKMAS 2022 💚

Home For Christmas

Friends Are Family

Glittery Mishap

Biting Cold

Mistletoes & Secrets

Sleigh Riding

Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats

To Be Alone

Strings Attached

Gingerbread & Peppermints

Forgotten Gift

Warming Fire

Repetitive Carols

Icy Roads

Frosty Glass

A Folly Holiday

Dying Embers

Snowstorm

Old Traditions

Twinkling Christmas Tree

Snowball Madness

Slipping & Sliding

Cherishing Joy

Christmas Party

Good luck everyone and I hope December will be good for you!

💚 Lots of love, and jolly holiday wishes, Plex 💚

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(Posted: 2022-11-18)

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 4. Biting Cold

Pairing: Turpin x Fem!Reader

POV: Second, Reader

Setting: A carriage in the woods

A/N: So, let’s get a little smutty on this fourth day of RICKMAS, shall we? 🤭😉 As always, Turpin’s first name is Richard whenever I write about him, and you will find some characters from the Death’s Judge trilogy of mine in this too but you do not have to have read it - it’s just a little bonus for all of those who miss that story, as I do. ♥

Tags/TW’s: Smut [Kissing, Finger Fucking, Orgasm, Teeth Nipping, Slight Dirty Talk], Fluff, Devotion, Road Accident

Word Count: 2k+

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The carriage swayed, the runners slid atop the icy road while snow swirled beyond the foggy windows. Richard read a book while you looked out at the white landscape with the black trunks of trees dusted with the swirling snow slowly building layers atop the coarse bark. It was a winter wonderland, but the English winter was cold and biting.

“It’s quite rugged out there, angel,” you said quietly and Richard hummed his agreement. You glanced towards him, dressed in his finest red velvet set with intricate patterns stitched into the lapels of the coat and along all the edges with black silken thread. He matched your red dress and the black coat with an identical pattern but in a red thread instead.

It always warmed you when he procured clothes in matching sets for the two of you, close to shouting in the streets that you belonged together. This latest ensemble had been a First December gift, as he was too aware how you positively adored Christmas and all the little delights of December, of winter when there was joy in the air.

“How much further—” The carriage swerved, your hands surged out to find something to grip, your entire body tensing as the carriage seemed near to toppling. “Love,” Richard growled and reached out. His hand grasped yours just as a gasp slipped through your lips and the carriage ended up half askew — throwing you into him with its sudden halt.

You crashed into his stiff body, his arms enclosing you and tugging you down a mere second before you would have collided face-first with the carriage’s wall behind his head. You gripped at his shoulders, your body bent uncomfortably at the small of your back but cushioned by the many layers of fabric to your dress.

“Love, are you alright?” he gritted out as he grasped your chin and tilted your head, looking over your face. “I’m-, I’m well, love,” you replied as your eyes got hooked in each other and he exhaled before his features twisted into something of fury.

He sat you up with a firm grip around your corset-clad waist. “My lord,” came the hurried voice of your young butler, Mr Braham Stokes, who had been driving the carriage towards the estate where you would be celebrating Christmas with many of the wealthy, established families of London.

The door was pulled open at the other end of the carriage, the one raised up towards the sky at the slanted state of the carriage. “Are you harmed, my Lord? My Lady?” the usually happy man asked and your husband snarled at him. “We are fine, Braham,” you said as you grabbed Richard’s hand, staying him — saving Braham from any further of his rising anger.

Braham nodded with relief. “The dowel snapped at the strain, my Lady, but the carriage is stuck securely so it will not topple,” he said and you felt yourself pale at his words. Not even having thought of that. “How far do we have left?” you asked but the butler shook his head. “No, my Lady, you cannot walk there,” he said as if he had read your thoughts, “we need a replacement dowel or sled, my Lady.” Hell and damnation, we’ll be late, Richard hates being late.

What shall we do, angel?” you asked and looked towards your stoic husband who seemed to be keeping his anger caged at the turn of events, or perhaps at the idea that you could have been harmed. “Mr Stokes,” he said in a harsh tone, “you shall take one of the horses and ride ahead, find a stable and get a new carriage here. Quickly," he finished with and the butler, who you saw as more of a friend than an employee, straightened and nodded before he bowed and closed the door.

“What do we do now?” you asked as you heard him gallop away a mere minute later. “Here, love,” Richard rumbled out and lifted his arm while holding away the fur that had covered his legs. Your own lay on the floor from when you had been thrown forward so abruptly.

You moved over to his side of the carriage, cuddling in close against his side as he draped the fur over your legs and his arms around your shoulder — holding you tightly. It was already cold, despite all the clothes you were wearing and the slightly warmer air inside the carriage than the windy outdoors.

Richard’s lips graced the side of your head while the wind howled outside, slamming its force against the carriage. “Are you truly alright, love?” he asked gently while his thumb stroked up and down along your coat-covered arm. You nodded while you looked up at his harsh features that softened when there was only you and him. “You took the brunt of the force, angel,” you whispered as you laid your hand against his chest, twisting ever so slightly to rest your head atop his shoulder. The velvet of his thick coat was soft against your cheek.

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Time moved slower and slower as the temperature dropped when the clock crept past four, given the darkness beyond the carriage’s windows. You were shivering despite the many layers of fabric, the furs, and Richard’s closeness. His hand was toasty warm when he stroked your chilly cheek though. It made you hum.

“You’re cold, love,” he whispered as he kissed the top of your head. “I’m fairing,” you managed to push out and he huffed. Clearly seeing the lie in your words instantly. “You never did learn to lie, my sweet little darling.” “I never had to learn,” you whispered while you clenched your jaw to keep your teeth from clicking against themselves. You tried not to think about how his words were affecting you, that he was heating you up by merely being close and speaking in such terms with that baritone voice of thunder that was heard clearly no matter how low he spoke.

You pressed yourself closer. “Love?” he asked and you peered up at him through your lashes. “You make me warmer,” you said gently, sheepishly, shyly. Still not quite secure enough in your own sensual thoughts, and sexual wants, to speak the words you were truly thinking.

“Something you want, little love?” he seemed to nearly purr as your eyes were far too open for him to read. You swallowed harshly, your breathing turning shallower. “Angel, please, do not…” “Do not, what? All you need to do is ask, my love.”

Your cheeks burst with heat, your stomach tightened, your thighs clenching together at the offer — the heat in his dark voice that tempted the carnal side of you. “We can’t, not here, not now,” you breathed and lowered your gaze in an effort to hide how badly you wished for him to touch you, warm you, alleviate some of the tension in your body that had been building the last hour being stuck in the still carriage.

“There is nowhere I will not have you.” “Richard,” you exhaled as your core tightened further. You wanted him, wanted his touch and the warmth you knew he could build within your body. The way he could ignite the furnace within your soul, burn the blood in your veins.

He turned halfway around and leaned forward, bending his back and turning his face up towards yours as his hand found the many hems of your multi-layered dress. You stiffened as his hand slid up along your stocking-clad legs until the sliver of bared skin was reached, where your garters held them up. He rose along with the motion of his hand and shimmied his fingers inside your underwear while the huge dress forced his arm to be bent at an awkward angle but neither of you cared.

Your skin burned at his touch, your heart sped up while your pulse rushed in your ears. Goosebumps from the exposure to colder air slid over your skin and raised the fine hairs all over your body. But the chill mattered far less than the heat his fingers elicited.

“Richard,” you panted out as his fingers found your slick opening and his thumb graced your clit before he began to circle the sensitive nub. You moaned and melted into him and the carriage’s seat. “You are exquisite, love,” he murmured by your ear, perfectly aligned with your head from the bent angle. “Angel, please,” you said with need in your voice that he, and only he, elicited each and every time he touched you with such sweet adoration — with worship in his eyes and voice.

He gently, slowly, measuredly slid his thick finger inside of your heat. Your back arched, your legs spread further to welcome him. “That’s it, little sweetness of mine,” he growled by your ear as he thrust his finger in and out while circling your clit perfectly. “Ooh—” “So sweet, so warm,” he murmured before his mouth claimed yours, swallowing the moan bursting from your throat.

He picked up the pace and slid a second digit within you, pumping in and out while his thumb worked wonders on the most sensitive spot on your body. You were panting, moaning and struggling to breathe from the pleasure he offered while your tongues danced and the windows fogged up further.

“Let go,” he growled against your swollen lips and altered the rotation of his thumb, forcing a shuddering gasp out of you as you saw stars from the sudden tensing of every nerve and muscle in your body. “Richard, please, please, yes—” A shiver raked your body and you convulsed around him, the orgasm hitting you so hard you could do nothing but hold on to his rigid thigh by your side. Your nails dug into the smooth fabric and he snarled a semblance of your name as he slowed his hand and kissed your exposed throat, slanting his lips up and down along the pulse point while you writhed from the pleasure. The biting cold had nothing on the nipping of his teeth. It sent shivers of pleasure through every limb of yours.

“Love, you are beautiful like this. Dishevelled and all rosy,” he said and the way his dark voice vibrated through you nearly set you off anew as his fingers thrust lazily in and out of you as the last of your trembles subsided and left you in a warm bliss of satisfaction.

Your hand slipped up as you tried to straighten only to draw a growl from him, your fingers touching the rigid bulge beneath his pants. He was hard beyond belief. “Feel what you have done to me,” he whispered darkly while your fingers tentatively laid themselves over the outline of his cock. The hitched breath he drew sent a shiver along your back. “All you, love,” he snarled with need and you stroked him outside of his pants while he released your dress and straightened up. He raised his hand to his mouth and sucked off his fingers, causing your eyes to widen but you were unable to look away from the glorious sight he was, licking off your slick from those thick fingers that had been inside you a mere moment ago.

“Let us not make a mess of the carriage,” he said gently while he placed the hand he had just pleasured you with atop the hand you were stroking him with. “But you haven’t—” “Oh, I will. Tonight, when they are dancing and laughing, I shall hear you cry my name as I take what is mine.”

Your heart banged against your ribs, your core heating once more at the carnal lust in those words — in his voice. “Until then, I shall enjoy the lingering taste of you on my tongue, little sweet love of mine.” “Richard,” you sighed as he draped the furs over you anew just as the sound of hooves and chiming bells reached you a moment before the door was pulled open and Braham appeared with his usual smile, announcing a new carriage had been procured.

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[Dec:2022]

[deepperplexity]

Prompt: 16. A Folly Holiday

Pairing: Student!Snape x Student!Reader (in a dress)

POV: Third, Snape

Setting: A Yule Ball, Hogwarts

A/N: I am exhausted. Tomorrow kicks off the first Christmas celebration and I have managed to write today's fic, tomorrow's fic AND half of Sunday's fic. My brain is fried, my fingers hurt and I want to take a nap even though it's almost 8pm 😂 Either way I hope you'll enjoy this fic as we are changing it up a little bit again with a young Snape this time around 🥰👏

Tags/TW’s: Confessions, Longing, Self-doubt, 

Abbr.: Y/N - Your Name

Word Count: 1.9k+

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He was going to do it. If only he could find something to bloody wear! He dragged his hands through his hair, racking through his brain as he glared at his all-black and dark purple wardrobe. There was nothing in there appropriate for the Yule Ball — for getting you to finally notice him as something more.

It was his last chance perhaps, and he wished with all his heart he could just have plucked up the courage to ask you to the dance weeks ago but he never dared, not even when you studied with him or walked to class together while you talked his ear off about the whole ordeal.

There was only one set of attire left for him to wear, hidden away in his trunk. He’d never imagined he’d ever wear it when Lucius had gifted it to him. Then he had imagined himself dressed in it for the first ever date with you, that he never dared ask for.

After all, what would you think if the misfit with an abnormally large nose and usually greasy hair asked someone like you out on a date? Yet he had dreamt of it many times, wondering what it would feel like to be with you. It made his stomach clench with nervous knots. But I’m going to do it. Tomorrow I am going to go to that infernal ball even if I do not have a bloody date and I am going to ask you to dance with me. I really am going to do it. And then they’ll all laugh at me… Won’t they?

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His hands were shaking while adjusting the black bow tie around his neck. He could hear the chatter from the Great Hall but had yet to gather enough courage to go in, he’d be forced to soon or the doors would close and it would all start without him. He needed to sneak in undetected and hide away in the back until the dancing had started.

He smoothed his hands over the emerald green fabric of his tuxedo one more time and tugged on the lapels a bit even if they laid perfectly. Here goes, he thought and began to sneak towards the Great Hall.

Somehow he managed to get in undetected as everyone was busy looking at the spectacular decorations and the array of girls dressed up in beautiful dresses. Severus only had eyes for one girl though, dressed in a billowing purple dress with no other adornments — it took no focus away from your beautiful face but rather enhanced everything about you. He almost lost the capability of breathing when he spotted you in the middle of the crowd on Carmichael Vance’s arm, one of the popular boys with a charismatic smile and perfectly proportionate features only elevated further by his tanned skin and short, tightly curly hair.

You were smiling widely while he spoke with you and Severus could only watch, hidden at the edge of the room. That it hurt so badly within him to see you laugh and chat happily with the handsome boy he could do nothing about. Of course he’d ask you… The handsome Gryffindor boy going with the pretties, kindest… I had no chance at you anyway.

Headmaster Dumbledore stepped up on stage and spewed out some happy speech about friendship and ‘good fun’ while Severus focused only on the back of your head. His eyes never left you despite the growing sense of what a fool he was for dressing up, for coming to the ball, for daring to even think of asking you for a dance. He was most likely some charity case for you, because you’re too kind…

The music kicked off and the four leading couples, two students from each house mixed together, lead the first dance. You and Mr Vance were of course one of those couples and there was no denying the two of you danced splendidly together. Both of you from wealthier families, undoubtedly having been taught proper dance from a young age and so you appeared to easily fall into a steady pace with each other.

You were too beautiful while smiling widely, as you seemed to always do whenever he spotted you around the school. Less so when you’re with me…

He watched, from afar, while the dance floor filled with students of all ages — dancing, smiling, laughing people that he shared nothing with. So, as the music grew louder and the time ran forward he slowly removed himself, edging towards the doors while still watching you laugh and smile so brightly it nearly hurt his heart. You never smiled like that when you were with him. And he still did not understand why you sought him out for study hours, or late dinners.

“This was a stupid idea,” he whispered to himself as Mr Vance twirled you around. He turned his back on the Great Hall and the Christmas-like decorations all in silver and white while his shoulders slumped and he glanced down at the expensive clothes he’d adorned in some foolish hope he’d finally be brave enough to step up. That perhaps, with his hair washed and tied up in a ponytail with string — just a few errant strands framing his face — and the costly clothes he’d be something more worthy of your attention. That for one night he could have been someone else, anyone but the pour half-blood that had absolutely no business even looking in your direction.

The music faded as he stepped out on the courtyard, dragging out his winter cloak from the little bag with an undetectable extension charm to it tied to one of the belt loops of his pants. The wind was gentle but cold, the sparkling snow crunching beneath his shoes as he walked towards the bridge where he knew he’d be alone.

At least the other gits were too occupied with the ball to torment me. And, I got to see you dance… He sighed and stopped at the middle of the bridge, watching out from one of the many arches. He felt more alone in the world than ever before.

“Severus!” He jolted, the sound of your voice coming from far away. I’m delusional too. Fantastic.

But, the sound of thudding steps in a run reached him a second later. “Severus!” you called again and he turned to see a flurry of purple fabric moving towards him before his eyes got snagged by yours. “Y/n?” he asked, his breath fogging over and your smile shifted. The wide, sparkling smile that was beyond beaming turned small and your features turned more lax. “What are you doing out here?” “Nothing,” he said as you stopped right before him. Your cheeks were rosy, and your bared shoulders and arms were covered with goosebumps.

“Why did you leave?” you asked while reaching up to hug yourself. “Why would I not?” “I was waiting for you,” you said and he arched his brow at you, not knowing what to think of that. “Why didn’t you ask me to dance?” you continued and his cheeks heated. “Why would I? I wouldn’t want to ruin your night.” “Ruin my night?” “You looked happy, when you are with me you never smile like that so why would I—” “Are you a complete idiot or playing the fool?” you interrupted and he jolted at your harsh words spoken in a light voice.

You stepped closer, shivering and trembling in the cold and he could not stand it. “You’re freezing,” he muttered and removed his cloak only to drape it over your shoulders. “So warm,” you hummed and pulled it tighter, he could have sworn he heard you inhale a little bit deeper before sighing. He could not help but adore the view of you in his cloak. “But honestly, are you so dense?” you continued while looking up at him. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” “I even wore your colours,” you murmured, as if you were nervous and he couldn’t understand why your voice shifted in such a manner. “What do you mean, my colours?” “Well, look at me…”

He had done so all evening already so there really was no need but he did as you asked and looked you over while you held open the coat. “You’re very pretty,” he said. “But you always are.” “Ugh, Severus!” you said and stomped your foot while rolling your eyes. “What?” “You really are such a thick-head sometimes!”

He blanched at the comment, not the kind he usually got thrown at him. “With you, I don’t have to smile like that, there’s no need for me to pretend and be someone I’m not,” you said and his back straightened at the severity in your voice. “I don’t have to constantly laugh and smile, you know my cheeks hurt every evening from that!” “Y/n, what are you on about?” “Ugh, Severus! I like you! I don’t know how much clearer I can make it? I feel like a bloodhound! Always hunting you down, always forcing my company on you, always trying to talk to you and get you to just notice me! It’s like, the one guy I have always fancied doesn’t even acknowledge my existence. And there I was—” you yelled while pointing towards the castle “—seeing you at the edge all the time, watching me constantly and you never even bothered to talk to me.”

He didn’t know what to say. You weren’t wrong. He always struggled to talk with you, always found it hard to look at you as his heart would go rampant and he wouldn’t be able to focus on whatever the two of you were talking about. “Severus, don’t you like me? At all?” you asked quietly and he had to look at you when you sounded so hurt. “I like you…” he whispered, barely able to get the words out. “I-, I got all dressed up like an idiot too, thinking if I could just look like someone else, someone worth your time for just an evening you’d-, I don’t know, something.” “Sev…” you whispered while smiling softly up at him. “I don’t want any of this,” you continued while reaching up to tug the string from his hair, allowing it to fall freely in its usual black curtains.

“There’s no need to dress up, just because of some folly holiday. I just want you, the everyday you. Not this yule ball version of you.” “You think Christmas a folly holiday?” he asked while his hands clenched, in an effort to stave off the shaking from how close you were. “I love Christmas, but I think it’s folly to change who you are for something momentary. Like kids being good the last week before Christmas in hopes of receiving more gifts when one should be kind all year round. And you’re a wonderful grump dressed in black and purple all year round,” you giggled out as a small smile tugged on his lips. Something warm slipped inside of him.

“Sev, please, won’t you give me a chance?” you asked and his heart did a somersault. “You mean-, as a-, a—” “As a couple, Sev. I like you, I really, really do. And I’m tired of having to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not with you…” The honesty in your voice made his hands reach out instinctively, taking you into a tight embrace despite the fear blaring in him that there was no way beautiful you could be willing to be with someone like him. “I’d like that, Y/n.” “Severus,” you said against his chest and reached around to hold him just as tightly.

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Rickmas day 7!

prompt: Hot Drinks & Sweet Treats

warnings: drinking, swearing

AN: Word of advice from someone who has worked con’s and had to deal with the fallout when someone says no, never ever do this. It won’t happen. Trust me. But this is fiction so I’m going to indulge.

I stood in line nervously. I wasn’t dressed up like everyone else. All I had was a tshirt with doctor Lazarus on it. And the photo in my hand of Alexander Dane in a production of Hamlet. I wouldn’t let anyone see it as they were all pushing and shoving, excited to meet the doctor Lazarus. I rolled my eyes at the group of men in front of me.

“He’s not going to say it.” I muttered under my breath, causing the shorter of the three men to turn around and give me a dirty look. I smiled and wiggled my fingers at him just as his attention was snapped back to the picture he had being ripped out of his hand. I covered my mouth and tried to stop the laugh from escaping.

“Alright get a move on.” The handler standing behind him forced the group of men to step aside and move onto Gwen DiMarco. She caught my eye and rolled hers, causing me to quietly laugh. She smiled and gave her attention back to the group in front of her. “Next?” I have the handler a small apologetic smile and held out my picture for Alexander Dane to take. He took it and looked up at me, his expression clearly bored.

“I won’t write that stupid line so don’t even ask.” He said as he waited for my name. I shook my head.

“I wouldn’t expect you to.” I pointed at the picture. “Maybe something from hamlet?” His gaze followed my finger and his eyebrows rose. “My names (Y/N) by the way.” He looked back up at me in shock and I smiled awkwardly.

“This is a bit advanced for a sci-fi fan isn’t it?” He asked, his tone both testing me and teasing me. I nodded.

“well it would be if I was a sci-fi fan first but I studied Shakespeare before I heard about this.” Nerves starting to get the better of me, I started to fidget with my fingers. Between his stare and the handler looking like he could strangle Dane, I felt like all eyes were on me. “I actually saw that performance with a friend. They waited by the stage door. I didn’t.” Alexander looked up at me again, stopping short on the line he was writing.

“too tired?” He asked, the bored tone returning. I shook my head and held up my shaking hand.

“Too nervous. Anxious. Whatever you wanna call it.” I shrugged, trying to make light of the situation. His features changed and I couldn’t tell if it was sympathy or understanding. “This is weird but do you want to grab a drink later?” There was a ghost of a smile on his face as he handed back my picture.

“You know what? Sure. Meet me at the hotel lobby at…” he turned around and looked at the handler. “What time is this over?”

“Eight.” The handler was giving him a dirty look and looked like he wanted to shove me out of the line at that moment. Alexander turned back to me.

“Then lobby at eight thirty?” I nodded in agreement and took my picture back with a smile.

“Sounds like a plan. Thanks again.” I waved as I walked away. When I rounded a corner, I slid into the wall and down it. I fumbled with my backpack to pull out the plastic protector to slide the picture into. Once I had it in, I looked at what he had written. ‘Doubt thou the stars are fire, Doubt that the sun doth move, Doubt truth to be a liar, But never doubt I love.’ A small gasp escaped me as I read over the lines again. I quickly pulled out my phone, snapped a picture of it and sent it to my friend. Then I carefully put the picture into my backpack. Pulling myself together, I hurried off to my photo op with Gwen DiMarco. As I was putting the photo op away, my phone went off. I pulled it out and moved to the wall so I could see.

(Y/F/N): Is that what I think it is? Tell me that’s not the line I think it is. Me: one of hamlets love letters to Ophelia? Yeah it is. (Y/F/N): what the hell?! I mean congrats but wow. Of all the things to write…

Me: believe me I know. AND and we’re having drinks tonight. I worked up the courage to ask him. (Y/F/N): oh for fucks same (Y/N)! You’ll have a panic attack! Either way good luck. You deserve any fun you have tonight. Stay safe.

Laughing, I sent a thumbs up emoji and a heart before pocketing my phone again. I spent the rest of the day wandering around the convention, buying a few pieces of merch before heading out into the hotel. I went back up to my room to wash up and change my shirt. I was just finishing up when my alarm went off. I had five minutes to get to the lobby. Making sure I had my wallet and my phone, I left the room and headed down. I spotted Alexander Dane across the room, now without the headpiece. I eagerly walked over.

“Hello again sir.” I said as I came up next to him. He turned to look at me and smiled.

“Hello. (Y/N) right?” I nodded and he offered his arm for me to take. I put my hand in the crook of his elbow and followed his lead. “You can call me Alexander by the way. I never did like the knighthood or the formalities.” I nodded and smiled over at him. Someone who I assumed to be his agent called out for him. Rolling his eyes, Alexander turned to acknowledge him.

“Where on earth are you going?” Alexander turned back around and started walking off again.

“To see if there’s a pub!” He called over his shoulder. I laughed, making him smile over at me. We went across the street to a bar that had been decked out for the holidays. Looking around, I winced slightly at the overly cheery room. “Well I guess it brings in money.” I nodded and we took a seat at a booth as far back as we could. I immediately looked at the menu and played with the edge of the laminated piece of paper. “You doing ok?” I looked up and caught his eye.

“I…what?” Alexander chuckled and gently lowered the menu I was hiding behind.

“are you doing ok? Nerves. Anxiety. Whatever you call it.” He waved his hand and our earlier conversation came back to me. I nodded with a relieved smile.

“Yeah. Just convention overload.” I looked around the thankfully empty bar. “Lots of people. Lots of excitement. Lots of reasons for my anxiety to flare up.” I chuckled humorlessly. “But I’m alright.” He nodded as a waitress came over to take our orders. Alexander looked at me expectantly. “Uh hi. Can I please get a virgin hot chocolate? With extra marshmallows?” The waitress nodded and wrote down my order then turned to Alexander. It was clear she didn’t recognize him and the tension in his shoulders left.

“I’d like an eggnog. Not virgin.” He smiled over at me before handing over the menus. “And some holiday cookies.” The waitress nodded, took the menus and headed off to the bar. “A virgin hot chocolate?” Alexander asked, smile spreading across his face. I shrugged.

“I don’t live too far from here.” I picked at my sleeve. “I actually drove myself to the convention. Didn’t think it was wise to drink and drive.” Alexander tutted and my eyes were drawn back up to his face.

“You lie.” He pointed at me and chuckled.

“I do not!” I could tell he was in a much better mood than earlier.

“Me thinks you doth protest too much.” I started to laugh and shake my head. Alexander looked proud of himself. “There’s a hotel room key sticking out of your wallet.” He finally pointed out. I tensed and twisted around to see my wallet in my back pocket.

“Shit.” I muttered, shoving it further down. “Wait what were you doing looking back there?” I teased. Alexander shrugged and smirked at me, leaning back against the seat with an air of nonchalance.

“I’m allowed to look.” My cheeks tinted pink and I quickly looked back down at my sleeves. “So do you just not drink or is it something else?”

“Whatever happens tonight, good or bad, I want to remember it clearly. Not through a haze of alcohol.” I finally responded. “Anxiety or not, I make a fool of myself in the best of times. I don’t want that tonight.” Alexander smiled at me and nodded. Our drinks and cookies arrived at that moment. We nodded our thanks to the waitress and immediately descended on the cookies. “You’re in a better mood.” I pointed out after a while. Alexander nodded.

“You are the only person all day, no all weekend who hasn’t asked me to say that damn line.” He pointed out. I nodded. “Sure you wore the shirt but you let me be the actor I signed up to be rather than Doctor Lazarus. It felt nice.” He took a drink. “Feels nice.” I blushed and hid behind my cup. “You seem more relaxed.” I nodded.

“When I get comfortable around someone, I relax a bit more. And before you ask yes I am comfortable around you while still being highly nervous. Don’t ask.” I chuckled. Alexander nodded and raised his glass in a toast.

“To new friendships and normalcy.” I smiled and tapped my cup against his glass.

“To overcoming our shortfalls.” Alexander smiled and took a drink.

“Despite what they are.” I nodded. “So I take it you understood the quote.” I nodded again.

“A love letter from hamlet to Ophelia.” I said, taking a quick drink so I wouldn’t have to put my two cents into the quote.

“And?” I raised an eyebrow at him as he reached for another cookie.

“And?” I repeated. He nodded as he broke it apart, handing me half.

“And…what do you think?” I sighed as I started to play with the cookie. Part of me started to wonder if he handed it to me so I’d have something to do with my hands or if it was just him being kind.

“Hamlet loves Ophelia deeply. He’s telling her when nothing else makes sense, when she’s lost all hope in the world, his love will always be there. His love for her will burn forever.” I rattled off. Years of studying Shakespeare came out in a matter of seconds. Alexander listened intently, nodding along and smiling. “But what I don’t get is why you wrote it.” I finished, finally meeting his eyes again.

“I do love my fans. Truly. They just annoy me at times. As we know hamlet annoys Ophelia.” I giggled at that and he smiled knowingly at me. He shrugged. “And sometimes certain fans are more…lovely than others.” Alexander finished with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and took a drink to hide my blush.

“Yeah alright.” I teased. He shrugged and eat another cookie. “You think I’m lovely though?” Alexander nodded.

“the loveliest.” I chuckled and put my empty cup down.

“You’re pretty great yourself.” Alexander mock bowed as much as the table would allow, making me laugh again. I looked at my phone and sighed, noticing how late it was. “I’ve got to go. Early check out and a long drive home tomorrow.” Alexander stood up, throwing some money on the table before I could.

“My treat. Seriously.” I nodded as he escorted me back across the street. In the lobby, he tugged me into a corner and hugged me. “I’m glad we got to meet. Seriously. And I’m glad you asked me for a drink.” I smiled at him and nodded.

“I’m glad you took me up on it.” I couldn’t keep the happiness out of my voice. Alexander took my hands in his and a piece of paper was pressed into it.

“I hope to hear from you soon.” He whispered and then disappeared around the corner to the hotel rooms. I opened my hand to see the piece of paper with his number on it.

‘Though this be madness, there be method in’t. Call me. X’ I blushed hard as I held the paper close to my chest before scrambling to put it in my wallet. Once I returned to my room, I pulled it out again and put the number in my phone before slipping it behind the autograph I got from him earlier. Then I sent off a text.

Me: ‘you’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.’

within seconds I got a reply.

Alexander: that’s not Shakespeare but maybe it’s the sugar cookies talking.

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 1! prompt: Home For Christmas

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: die hard spoilers, character death, implied smut

AN: so I’m doing rickmas this year. Wish me luck! The prompts are on my page if anyone wants to join in. Here we go!

Hans rolled off me as I sighed in contentment. Knowing I was too blissed out to do anything, he slid his arm under my shoulders and pulled me to his chest. I curled up against him and wrapped my arm around him. As I started to come back to reality, Hans pressed kisses into my hair.

“You did well my dear.” He purred in my ear. I laughed as I lightly hit his chest. “What? I’m not allowed to tell you how good you were? How hot and bothered you make me feel?” I blushed and tried to hide my face.

“Hans you don’t always have to say it that way.” I giggled. We fell into a comfortable silence. “When do you have to go?” Hans pulled back slightly to look at me.

“In the morning. You have me for the rest of the night. I’ll be gone Christmas Eve but,” he put a finger under my chin and directed my head up so I was looking him in the eye. “I’ll be home for Christmas.” I nodded and he removed his finger.

“Promise?” My voice had gone small. “Promise me you’ll be home for Christmas?” I held up my hand and hand chuckled at the childish gesture. Smiling at me, he looped his pinkie finger with mine and pulled tight.

“I promise. I will do everything in my power to come home to you for Christmas.” I pulled on his pinkie and he used the leverage to kiss me. “There is little in this world that can keep me from you.” He whispered against my lips. “Now how about we…” I laughed as he kissed me and pulled me to sit on top of him.

———————-Christmas Eve——————-

“As the hostage situation at Nakatomi Plaza has come to an end, we are now getting reports that the terrorist leader Hans gruber has died. Reports say that he fell from the 30th floor.” A sob wracked my body as I turned off the TV.

“Fell from the 30th floor with no one coming to his aid. They all watched him fall.” I sobbed out. My eyes landed on the Christmas tree in the corner and I launched myself at it. The tree came crashing down and the presents underneath skidded across the floor. Simon ran out from the kitchen and made a grab for me but I kept slamming the tree against the floor, hell bent on destroying everything it stood for. Simon finally got a hold on me and pulled me up and into his arms. I hit his chest a few times before collapsing against him.

“I won’t say it’s alright (Y/N). But we’ll get through this.” Simon whispered as I cried. “I’ll take care of it.” I looked at him and shook my head.

“He promised he’d be home for Christmas.”

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmans day 23!

prompt: Cherishing Joy

warnings: none

Continuation of day 19

The next morning, Hans and I were woken up by the full force of a little body being thrown on top of us.

“Wake up!” The tiny voice cried. “Wake up! It’s christmas! Santa was here! Wake up!” Hans groaned and moved his hand to push back the dark hair sitting on the child’s head.

“We’re up. We’re up.” He muttered. “Did he leave you a letter?” He eyed me as I smiled and nodded.

“I’ll go look.” The child slipped off the bed and took off through the house.

“We have five minutes before they get frustrated and come back for us to read it.” I chuckled as I got up and put on my dressing gown. Hans nodded as he got up as well. Before I could make it out of the door, he caught me by the waist and pressed a kiss to my cheek.

“Merry Christmas.” He whispered, his eyes shining at what he couldn’t believe he had. I smiled softly at him and kissed him quickly.

“Merry Christmas darling.” I gently took his hand and led him down the hall. “Let’s go enjoy their excitement.” Hans chuckled as the child cut us off, waving the letter in their hand.

“I can’t read it! It’s all fancy.” I smiled, knelt down and took the letter from them.

“It’s cursive.” I pointed out. “Want me to read it to you?” The child nodded and I read it to them.

“Muddy, papa can we open presents now?” I looked over my shoulder at hans and he shrugged. He bent over and picked up the child.

“I have to get us something to eat while we do that.” Hans smiled at me, thankful I was already getting coffee ready for him. Hans took a cup while I collected food for the child and a cup for me. “All ready.” I held my arm out in front of me for the two to enter the room. Hans put the child down and took a sip of coffee. He wrapped his free hand around me while we watched the child run through the room, moving from big present to big present. He pulled me closer and kissed my temple.

“thank you. For all this.” He whispered, happy at the unadulterated joy on his child’s face. “It’s the best present anyone has ever given me.”