This is your occasional reminder that Ostara is probably not actually a holiday because Jacob Grimm failed at etymology. It is neither ancient nor was it stolen by Christians.
It’s fine if you want to celebrate some sort of spring festival and I don’t expect anyone to rewrite the Wheel of the Year, but please realize that it’s not an “ancient festival celebrating the goddess of the dawn”. It’s the result of a linguistic fuck up.
Authors note: It was requested to write a few Easter related blurbs and I have no idea how to write them…. So I am sorry about this piece, it is far from the best… but I mean…. I gave it a shot. I am not the best with this children fluff, haha. Anyway, I hope everyone enjoys their Easter festivities (If celebrated), and may everyone have a lovely and safe weekend!! Xx
At ten at night and the house is ultimately withdrawn, your little boy is fast asleep and out of trouble, no longer causing mischief and doing everything in his power to stress you out. Your little girl also fast asleep, cuddled up to the purple blanket Harry gave her before he left two weeks ago for many radio interviews and what not.
You overhear the front door open and you smile to yourself, the butterflies rising in your stomach, the all too familiar footsteps echoing against the hard wood floors'
“Hey, you’re still up.” Harry chimes, sliding his jacket off and throwing it over the couch, promptly bending down and kissing your cheek,
“Yeah, the Easter Bunny needs to make his rounds.” You gesture towards the Easter eggs scattered around you and the two baskets that you got the children for their Easter egg hunt with the family. “How was the trip?” You grin as he sits down beside you, sneaking an arm around you.
“So-so. Kinda sick of interviews at the moment,” he sighs, his hand playing with the ribbon that is meant to decorate Olivia’s basket with. “Need some help?” Harry proposes, observing as you’re rather drowsy and would much prefer to be tucked into bed, instead of having to get everything settled for when Olivia and Henry wake up in the morning.
“Just scatter these eggs everywhere, I’m sure Olivia won’t even understand that the Easter Bunny came considering Henry will wake up before her and take all the eggs.” You sigh, knowing that Henry, who is five, is far more excited than his younger sister, who is three, about the Easter bunny.
Olivia doesn’t fully understand and Henry is bound to take advantage of his little sister’s lack of comprehension.
“Henry, he’s a little bugger.” Harry chuckles, “Olivia will have more fun at the egg hunt— which reminds me, Liam said to tell you that he’s got the Easter Bunny coming.” Harry yawns, continuing to play with the ribbon with his free hand.
At first, you hear the patter of little feet scurrying across the floorboards’ and with a sluggish smile you reach over and pull yourself closer to Harry’s body, his soft snores humming as he mumbles a few incoherent words. You close your eyes for a moment, taking in a deep breath as you try to wake yourself up, knowing that in less than five minutes your two children will be racing in with excited expressions.
Your fingertips trace circles on Harry’s bare skin, the duvet draping over his lower back, leaving the rest of his torso exposed as he sleeps. He tucks his arm under his pillow, moving slightly within his sleep. “Baby…” you whisper, your fingers continuing to pursue his warm skin.
He lets out a small groan, a tiny indication he’s gradually waking, but he’s not fully there yet. “Harry, baby, the kids are up.” You whisper, kissing his cheek and you hear a huff escape his dry lips before he moves and changes his position in the bed, going back to sleeping.
You chuckle to yourself just as you overhear the door creaking open, “Daddy’s home!” Henry reveals rather noisily and excitedly, his sister sleepily behind him as she holds her purple blanket clasped in her small hand. Henry jumps on the bed and Harry instantly moans, his body feeling the bed dipping.
“‘ey, buddy.” Harry drowsily mumbles, his eyes just now opening as Henry crawls closer to Harry. Harry positions himself on his back, allowing his son to sit on his legs,
“daddy we missed you.” He bounces cheerfully, as you lean over your side of the bed to pick up Olivia who has been peaceful while patiently waiting for you to grab her.
You set her down on the bed and she immediately crawls to her father, not giving you the sloppy kiss she usually does when she sees you first thing in the morning. “I missed you, too.” Harry presses a kiss to Henry’s forehead, “aw, darlin’ and you too, come love on daddy.” He opens his arm, allowing Olivia to crawl herself beside Harry, nestling into him. “Are we ready for the Easter hunt today?” Harry challenges, watching as Henry widely smiles and nods his head.
“Niall, Harry, stop yeh cheating! It’s for the children only.” Liam scolds the two as they help their little girls with collecting the scattered eggs. Niall scoffs and places another egg into his four-year-olds basket, peering over at Liam with a grin.
“Mate, she’s three. Just helping her get some eggs.” Harry chuckles, as the other children scramble around frantically, shoving each other playfully to find the perfect eggs and to find the greatest one at that.
Somewhere around the area, there’s the ultimate egg that every little kid wants to get their hands’ on. Every year the parents’ make playful banter over which little one will find the egg, typically the boys’ like to place bets on which one of the sons’ will end up with it.
“Ye’ and Sofie’s Daddy wants some chocolate.” Niall jokes, holding his daughter’s peach coloured basket in his hand, encouraging her to seize the small trail of eggs at her feet.
Niall and Harry currently being the ones with the youngest, both girls’ being just over the age of three, born only a month apart. To say the least what their little girls’ want, they definitely get, even friends’ and family dote on the two girls’ like they’re royalty.
Of course, Niall and Harry love it.
“Careful sweetie.” Harry benevolently clutches Olivia as she stumbles over her own feet, “don’t get your pretty dress dirty, mummy will get upset with me.” He continues, guiding Olivia away from the uneven grass.
She swings her basket from side to side, gradually finding a few small eggs that the older children have neglected.
“Oi, Harry. Wanna find that glorious egg? Heard it was caramel this year.” Niall picks up Sofie as she rubs her eyes, giving up on collecting Easter eggs, much preferring to take a nap on her Daddy’s shoulder.
“You know that is frowned upon.” Harry glances over towards Niall, attempting to stop Olivia from dropping her eggs from her basket.
“And?” Niall raises a brow, “mate, let’s have some fun. The girls’ would appreciate it more than the boys and ya know it.” Niall presses with a grin. Harry sighs and nods, knowing that the boys’ have already managed to take all the decent eggs, leaving the girls’ with the mini ones.
Harry picks up Olivia, and she too nestles into Harry’s neck, just like Sofie is nestled into Niall’s.
“Daddy, I’m sleepy.” Olivia mumbles, her little hand still holding her basket filled with a few small eggs.
“I know sweetie, here sleep on daddy.” Harry presses a kiss to her rosy red cheek before tenderly taking the basket from her hand. “What are we even looking for?” Harry glances towards Niall as they both wander along the verdant area, watching as the other little ones spread around everywhere, searching high and low for the ultimate prize.
Niall shrugs, “your wife said it was a bunny.“
"Y/N knows where it is, I figured,” Harry mumbles childishly, beginning to wonder just where exactly you slipped off too once the hunt began. Harry only assumed you went off with the other wives to grab a glass of wine or to gossip with his sister as she’s perched on the decking, observing everyone from the wooden chairs.
Harry and Niall scope the area with their sleeping girls’ nestled into them, eventually giving up and leaving the egg hunt for the children.
You place your wine glass down on the table, Harry’s Mum describing a story about her weekend shenanigans from last week. You smile over at Harry as he unobtrusively wanders over, showing off Olivia as she’s cuddled into him.
“Aww did you bore her with your terrible egg hunting skills?” Gemma jokes, only causing Harry to roll his eyes at his sister’s playful banter. “I told you to let me help her get eggs.” Gemma pouts, opening her arms, desiring to hold her niece. Harry tenderly places Olivia in her arms, kissing Olivia’s cheek before stealing your glass of wine.
“What we talkin’ about?” He smiles at his mother, taking a sip of your wine as Niall sits down, cradling Sofie.
“We were discussing your mother’s story until you interrupted.” You smile while he takes the seat beside you, continuing to drink your wine.
“Okay, so what is the story?” He curiously asks and you shake your head, his sister chuckling to herself.
There are just some stories he does not need to hear.
“We were just about to talk about you two collaborating.” Gemma gestures between Harry and Niall, bringing up the question that has been circulating for a while.
“Me and him? Nah, don’t like the fella.” Niall shakes his head,
“Feeling is mutual.” Harry agrees playfully, the two of them grinning, still refusing to tell anyone about their plans, even if there are any plans. The seem to relish in keeping people guessing and speculating, especially Harry, he does it constantly. “Can I have my daughter back yet?” Harry looks towards his sister and she shakes her head, her eyes staring down at her niece.
“Nope, I want to hold her forever.” She grins, just as the other parents join the small circle, bringing more wine and stories to share while the children play and hunt Easter eggs.
‘He looks like a
choirboy possessed by Satan’ is one of the greatest descriptions of
Cillian Murphy there ever was. Look for the related Easter egg in this
2015 Maxim magazine photo by Rick Guest. Coincidence?
Photographer Rick Guest replied — It was a coincidence, unless my eye was being moved in a mysterious way……?
Rowan really should have thought this through more. He should’ve been faster, more clever, more distracting, more … something. He hadn’t been, however, and now he was paying for it. Frowning he reached up and adjusted the bunny ears Aelin had placed on his head. They were tight behind his ears and made his look ridiculous. He’d agreed to the bunny ears last weekend, when he thought Aelin’s little shin-dig would just be attended by the regulars—Dorian, Elide, Nehemia, Chaol, Aedion. He didn’t mind wearing the ears around them. Knowing Aelin, she’d roped them all into something similarly embarrassing, and Rowan could deal with them all looking ridiculous together.
It wouldn’t just be the regulars visiting them this weekend, though. No, his stupid group of friends—fondly referred to as his cadre by Aelin—would be attending this week’s party. That fact alone would also normally not be an issue, just like Rowan wearing bunny ears normally wouldn’t be an issue, but the two events happening simultaneously? Gods help him, he’d never live it down. Especially if Lorcan also decided to show. Groaning, Rowan let his head fall back against the wall with a soft thud. It just had to be Easter weekend, he cursed silently. Why hadn’t he thought this through better?
Aelin came around the corner, drying her damp hair with a towel. Seeing him with his bunny ears in place, she smiled brightly, “Hey, cutie,” she winked. A balloon of warmth inflated within his chest and the white haired male found himself returning her smile, his earlier anxieties and worry lifting off his shoulders with ease. Aelin stepped closer to him, pressing their chests together, and reached up to adjust his fake ears. Humming, Aelin’s tongue poked out from between her lips in thought. Her hand slid down until it was cupping Rowan’s cheek, her thumb tenderly stroking the curve of his cheek bone. “You okay?” She asked, her blue and gold eyes searching his green ones for the truth. “You looked a little … frustrated just now.”
Leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together, Rowan nodded. “I’m fine,” he said, tilting his head to press a kiss on the inside of her palm. “Just overthinking is all.”
“About your friends?” She tilted her head but not pulling away. Her eyes flickered up, “You don’t have to wear them, you know. I don’t mind.”
Shrugging, Rowan assured her, “No, I want to wear them. They’re fun.” He grinned and leaned in to steal a quick kiss. Wrapping an arm around her waist, Rowan pulled Aelin closer, so close he could feel her accelerated heart beat pulsating in her chest. Craning his neck to place a soft kiss against her brow, Rowan slowly kissed his way down the side of her face until he reached the the curve of her jaw and nipped at the skin there with his canines. “You’re fun,” he whispered against the skin behind her ear, relishing the goosebumps that rose in response.
He bit down on her lobe, sucking it into his mouth and teasing with with his teeth and tongue. Aelin giggled and pulled away, playfully slapping his chest. “Hey now, buzzard, we’ve got a party to host so none of that.” Rowan, still leaning against the wall, quirked a brow and smirked just enough to make her huff. “None of that,” she repeated, but then grinned as well, “for now.”