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SILENT NIGHT — k.sw
— pairing: sunwoo x gn!reader
— summary: christmas brings the realisation that sunwoo is perfect for you
— genre: fluff
— word count: 530
silent night - bing crosby
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watching the way sunwoo fit into your little family was what confirmed you had made the right choice in bringing him into your life.
from helping your mother with setting the table for christmas eve dinner, to engaging with your father in football discussions, he seemed to find the perfect place amongst your family. everyone was just as taken with him as you were. your older siblings praised his good manners (albeit your boyfriend was on his best behaviour), and your father even magically resisted giving him the take care of my child lecture. there was a relaxing air to sunwoo that put everyone at ease, and it was clear to your family why you had chosen to introduce him to your routine.
your youngest nephew was particularly taken with him, and that was the final confirmation you needed that sunwoo was perfect.
whilst all your nieces and nephews had loved meeting the newest addition to your life, the youngest of the group had spent half of the night hanging over sunwoo’s shoulder. he mimicked the way he spoke, the dialect that slipped into his speech whenever in a particularly passionate conversation. he asked to sit next to sunwoo at the dinner table (which you couldn’t say no to, happily giving your seat next to your boyfriend up tp the young boy). and even as the night came to a close, he found a way to stay by sunwoo’s side through the chaos.
now, the youngest members of your family were all asleep around the room, a christmas film playing in the background. you chanced a glance around your family, grinning at your sister and her husband cuddling on the sofa, but it was sunwoo who caught your eye.
you could see his hand moving steadily, the boy sat on the opposite side of the room to you, eyes transfixed on the movie. once you allowed your own eyes to focus on the scene, you could make out the figure of your nephew, fast asleep with his head in sunwoo’s lap, and the movement that alerted your attention was your boyfriend carding his fingers through the young boy’s hair.
a smile crept on to your face, and a strange sort of peacefulness washed over you. despite the many heartbreaks you had gone through, you had finally found that person who simply made you happy. there wasn’t anything out of the ordinary about your relationship – you just simply loved each other unconditionally. there weren’t any terms and conditions to the way that you loved, and you couldn’t be happier with simplicity.
as though sensing your attention was on him, sunwoo looked over in your direction. despite the distance between the two of you, you somehow didn’t feel lonely. if anything, the smile that lit up his face once he caught your gaze was enough to spread more warmth than ever before through your body.
you couldn’t help it as he looked at you, mouthing a thank you in his direction, receiving a confused what for? in response. and so you told him honestly, head tilted to one side as you observed how gentle he was with your nephew.
‘for loving me’
ೃ⁀➷ note: this is very rushed and really not my best at all but i wanted to get a drabble up whilst i’m working on some more plot-heavy additions to this series:) i am working on a. much better sunwoo story currently so that’ll come in the new year ajdjsja
it’ll definitely be continuing after christmas - oops! 5 to go:)
PERMANENT TAGLIST (click for form): @cloudykyu @i6swoo @pockyandme @changmin-wrlds @hannieyooon @nyujjan
the boys w a reader who's very physically affectionate? pre-relationship >:)
like none of them are dating yet, and she'd hug and kiss them on the cheeks, hold their hands on the way to class, carry their books/bags for them and lean on them in the common room and all three of them are flustered by it. bonus points if reader doesn't even know she does it, it's just how she is, and when they point it out she's like "oh.. i'll stop, sorry" and they're like "NONONONO" THEY'D BE SO CUTE
Yesssss thanks for requesting my love!
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
You insist on carrying Remus’ book bag to Hogsmeade for him, and he glares at James the whole way for letting slip that his shoulders have been aching all day.
“Let me take that,” James offers for the upteenth time, ignoring Remus’ muttered “Yeah, let ‘im.”
“I’ve got it, Jamie,” you say again, wobbling a bit under the weight of Remus’ books, far more plentiful than what you’d packed for the study session. “We’re here anyway.”
“C’mon, doll, let’s get you a butterbeer to warm up, yeah?” Sirius opens the door to The Three Broomsticks. “I’m sure Remus will buy.”
Remus rolls his eyes. “I’ll buy Y/N one, not either of you.”
“Spoilsport.” Sirius slides into an empty booth, and you set your load down beside him, turning around and pushing up on your tiptoes to give Remus a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks,” you say sweetly, and Remus isn’t a very affectionate person, but he’s hardly easily flustered either. So when his cheeks turn bright pink as soon as you’re not looking anymore, James can’t help but grin.
“Sit by me, sweetheart,” Sirius says, setting his arm atop the booth. James thinks he views your flirting as a sort of contest, seeing who will go the farthest before someone needs to tap out. But if it’s a competition, it’s one Sirius is destined to lose.
You slide agreeably in beside him, slipping under Sirius’ arm so readily that it drops from the booth in surprise, landing with a dull thump at your side. “Merlin, it’s cold in here,” you say, nestling close. “You think they keep it that way so you’ll buy more butterbeer?”
Sirius’ voice is pitchy and breathless. “Mm—probably.”
James smirks at him, sliding into the safe zone across from the two of you.
You take Sirius’ hand in both of yours, frowning and rubbing at it. “See, your hand is freezing! This is ridiculous.”
Remus reappears with four pitchers, grinning knowingly at the shell-shocked look on Sirius’ face. “I’ll be expecting the two of you to pay me back,” he says to James and Sirius, setting them down and beginning to dig through his book bag. “Merlin, if I can finish Slughorn’s essay while we're here it’ll be a miracle.”
James blows gently on his butterbeer, trying not to watch too closely as you purse your lips to do the same. “Have you started on that already?” he asks.
Remus shakes his head, exasperated but familiar with James’ ways. “It’s due tomorrow, Prongs. You won’t be able to do it in the hour before class, trust me.”
“Wait, the one on boggarts?” you ask, opening your own bag. Remus nods, and you hold up a small stack of parchment, beaming. “I finished this morning. Wanna see?”
“That'd be great,” Remus says. “What I really can’t figure out is the part…about…” he appears to lose his train of thought as, instead of passing the papers across the table, you disappear under it, re-emerging a second later to squeeze between James and Remus in their seat.
“I know what you mean,” you say, as though this is all very commonplace, pressed shoulder-to-shoulder and hip-to-hip with the both of them. “The second part of the question is near impossible to understand, but I think I may have figured it out. Here, see…” James stops hearing the conversation as you duck down towards your work, your hair tickling his arm and your jumper riding up to reveal the small of your back. James’ eyes follow the curve of your spine, down, down, until—he feels like a total perv, and looks away.
Across the booth, Sirius is looking simultaneously relieved to have a break from your brazen affection and regretful that you’re not still there with him. He watches you as you speak in low tones with Remus, his eyes flicking upwards to James as if to say this is insane, right?. James nods back dazedly.
You finish whatever you’ve been explaining to Remus, hauling your butterbeer across the table to sip at it. “Jamie, do you want my jumper?”
He nearly chokes. “Hm?”
You look up at him with concerned eyes. “I can feel you shivering. It might be a bit small on you, but it could help.”
James is cold, but watching you take off that jumper, smelling you on it, would be too much. He forces a smile, taking a sip of his warm butterbeer instead. “Thanks, but I’m alright.”
You frown at him, setting your hand atop his on the table. “You sure, honey? I don’t mind. I’m feeling a bit hot, actually.”
Whatever the look on James' face, it’s enough to make Sirius guffaw. Loudly. Even Remus snickers, tucking his tongue into his cheek.
“What?” You look at them. “What’s funny?”
“Doll, you’ve killed him,” Sirius laughs, and James doesn’t feel so chilly anymore, all his blood rushing to his face.
Your brows scrunch together worriedly. “What do you mean?”
Remus chuckles, the only one of them kind enough to give you an explanation. “I think what he’s saying is, even James has a threshold for flirting. You’ve just flustered him. Don’t worry, he’ll recover.”
“I…what?”
“C’mon,” Sirius says, rolling his eyes good-naturedly, “all the touching, the hugs, the pet names? A man can only take so much.”
“Oh, Merlin, I’m so sorry!” You clap a hand over your mouth, eyes wide with horror. “I didn’t realize—I’m just a naturally affectionate person, but I didn’t mean to flirt—well, I don’t not want to flirt with you all, but I wasn’t doing it on purpose. I’ll stop, I’m sorry.”
Sirius blinks. “Don’t stop,” he protests. “That’s not what I meant.”
Your confusion returns. “No?”
“No,” Remus says, some of the color from earlier returning to his cheeks. “I mean, it’s nice.”
James nods, finding his voice again. “Flirt with us all you like, but, um…would it be alright if we flirted back?”
Your smile comes like a sunrise, slow and brilliant and beautiful. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Sirius grins at you, bravado restored. “Good, because we need to even the playing field, dollface. Come back over here, I’m cold.”