something wintery

the warmest winter

word count: 407

He hears her laughter just before he feels the ice, cold powder hit his neck and fall down the back of his shirt. He turns to her and she has a devilish glint in her eye and her bottom lip hidden partially behind her teeth.

“So you think you’re cute?” he says, already knowing the answer. Of course, she is. She’s much much more than. But, she doesn’t have to know that he knows that.

Before she can respond he’s grasped a handful of snow in his hand and races towards her. She shrieks as he drops it on her head, the white crystals cascading down her hair.

They spend the next few minutes throwing snow back and forth at each other laughing or yelping depending on who the target is. In an attempt to grab more snow Shawn moved quickly and felt his feet slide out from under him.

Great.

She quickly fell to her knees beside him, “Are you okay?”

He opened his eyes to see her concerned eyes and delicate hands hovering over his shoulder.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” he said looking away. Besides his ego and tailbone. It took him a second to meet her eyes, but he didn’t regret it when he did.

He met her gaze and felt a smile pull the corners of his lips up. Her eyes wide and the small, white flurries getting caught in her eyelashes and in her hair. Their eyes watched each other for what felt like hours to Shawn.

“Why are you staring at me you creep,” she laughed breaking their eye contact.

He felt his hand move up to brush the snowflakes away from her eyelashes. His thumb lightly brushing her face, but when he was done he did move his hand.

“Are you gonna keep looking at me like that or are you gonna kiss me?” She asked knowingly. She smiled, but he could tell that she was nervous.

“I mean if you want me to, I guess so,” He said coyly, teasing her.

“Oh stop, Shawn,” she cried covering her newly pink cheeks with her mittens, “I’m sorry I said anything at all.”

His hands moved to her wrists, pulling them away from her covered eyes, “I’m not.”

He leaned in and placed his lips onto hers. Despite the snow falling around them, it felt like the warmest winter Shawn had ever known.

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Are You Sulking Again - Chapter 3 - Thacmis - X-Men: First Class (2011) [Archive of Our Own]
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By Organization for Transformative Works

Word count: 6666 (!!!)
Chapters: 3/4 

Summary: 

A light pair of tiny feet patters onto his chest and up to his collar bone. Erik lifts his arm and opens one of his eyes to stare into the fluffy white face of the Charles-dove. It looks almost nothing like Charles, except for its blue eyes, and perhaps its pink beak, which could resemble the man’s beautiful red lips, if Erik squints a bit.

“We’re going to have to cancel our movie date,” he says. It’s the first thing that comes to his mind. “Pets aren’t allowed in the theatre.”

Charles plops down on his chest, cooing sadly. 

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AU in which Charles ignores Hank’s advice and gets turned into a ridiculously cute fluffy birb. Erik and Charles try to figure out how to turn him back while surviving domestic life together. How the hell will they get through this. Crack af

Comments: a crack fic with lots of fluff, both figuratively and literally. Includes illustrations