Request:Hey! I was wondering if I could get a really fluffy Christmas Eve newt x reader story? Thank you sooooo much!
Notes: Of course you can, lovely reader. I hope this is okay, I wrote this while very sleepy (I’m about crash, haha) zzzz. I tried to make it very fluffy and comfy and cosy. Please enjoy! :)
The scent of fir and mulled wine filled the whole apartment. The stockings over the fireplace were enchanted in a similar way to Newt’s case and one could fit in as many presents and candies as one’s heart desired. You used your wand to light all the candles in the windows as well as the hearth.
Your tree was decked out with silver Occamy eggs, bronzed stars, colored baubles to match Hufflepuff house, tiny wooden creatures of both the magic and non-magic forests, ornaments that floated and looked as delicate as bubbles, an amalgamation of Muggle souvenir ornaments from around the world, and candles flickering gently on many branches. Atop the tree was the figure of a Phoenix with long, red-gold feathers trailing down the side. The glittering tree was a blend of magical charms and Muggle traditions. It didn’t necessarily all match, but it was a bit like your life with Newt: a little messy, spontaneous, and sometimes hectic, but glorious, charming, and full of love and magic.
A wooden clock ticked on the wall as you slowly stirred the wine on the stove. It had been a hard year for both of you. Newt had been gone just as much as he had been home and when he was home he was often editing the scientific papers he wrote on magical creatures. You were busy with your own work as well, but the new year brought hope of being able to spend time together. Newt had promised to take some time off from globe-trotting. He was arriving Christmas Eve from a two-week stint in Greece to observe the northern migratory habits of Fwoopers.
When the doorknob finally clicked your heart leaped and you darted over. Newt appeared silhouetted against the snow with his scarf wrapped up to his nose. His eyes sparkled as soon as he saw you and no words were needed for your first embrace. He kissed you gently on the forehead as you both stumbled inside awkwardly, not wanting to let go of each other.
The atmosphere wrapped Newt in a blanket of Christmas-y warmth and he took a deep breath and smiled. He turned and saw the tree and was speechless, mouth agape.
“What do you think?” you bit your lower lip.
“I think,” he said examining all the details of the tree, “this may as well be the greatest tree I have ever seen.”
“Even better than the Baobabs in South Africa?”
“Even better,” he was transfixed by a tiny wooden Erumpent complete with glowing paint on its tusk.
You ran into the kitchen and poured hot mulled wine into two brass mules, carrying one carefully over to Newt. He inhaled the aroma deeply before taking a little sip. “Just like we used to get at Diagon Alley,” he smiled.
You took his coat, examining a weird, purple scratch mark, and hung it up by the door. Turning back to Newt you noticed he was almost as tall as the tree. In it’s glowing light every contour of his face was exaggerated and he seemed to look more handsome and sculpted than when he left. Walking up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and sighed.
“I’m so glad you’re home, Newt.”
“Me too, (Y/N).”
A timer in the kitchen rang. The soup was ready. You and Newt sat down at the tiny wooden table as you ladled rich, creamy, warm cheddar and vegetable soup into large bowls. Newt looked starving and could hardly wait for you to sit down before digging in.
“How was the ride home?” you asked, spreading a fluffy knife full of butter on a baguette slice.
“Not awful,” he said swallowing, “but Muggle trains can be quite the bumpy ride.”
“Did you get enough sleep?”
“My poor Newt.”
“I’ll sleep well tonight, at least.”
“Good because Father Christmas comes tonight,” you poked at him. That freckled smile was worth the wait for him to come home.
After dinner both of you collapsed on the sofa in front of the hearth, stuffed full.
“D’you know,” Newt said running a hand across his stomach, “this is the best meal I’ve had in months.”
A light stubble was poking out from above his lips and on his chin. You gave it a satisfying little scratch and said, “We’ll I’ve only been hungry for one thing.” Half-cringing at your own words, half-smiling because of how happy you were, you leaned in and gave him a little peck on the lips.
When you pulled away, he ran a hand through his hair and he looked directly into your eyes, “That’s what I missed most. That’s home.”
This time he tilted his head into yours and gave a long, tender kiss. His full lips were soft and accepting, and the kiss turned into a long embrace. You left your head on his shoulder and buried your nose in his collar. His arm wrapped around you as he split his gaze between you and the fire wearing that rather mischievous tiny grin of his. Slightly tipsy from the wine, the candles all around you made you feel like you and Newt were wrapped in some ring of floating lights. You sighed deeply and with it released months of tension, worry, and waiting. Newt was finally home with you, tomorrow was Christmas Day, and you were wrapped in the arms of the one you loved.
“Well,” Newt said after a time, stretching his arms and legs and standing up. He walked over the bookshelf.
“Pudding?” you inquired.
“Well, yes. Also a read, though?”
You clapped like a child and ran into the kitchen, unwrapped the pudding, and brought it in looking magnificently proud on a china dish. Newt was perched with one foot on the sofa, supporting the open book, and one dangling off. He looked positively at home.
“Voilà , mon chéri,” you said with flourish, cutting off a piece. You settled yourself and leaned into him, a lanky leg on either side of you and with your head resting on his stomach. You felt completely surrounded and safe by him. He yawned and a few strands of your hair rustled in his breath.
“Alright, so then…” Newt began reading. You fed him forkfuls of pudding in-between sentences as recited some of your favorite Christmas tales, both magical and Muggle in origin.
U.S. Army Captain Robert Bacon leading a patrol in the Mekong Delta, Vietnam. 1964.
Col. Bobby Bacon, then a captain, was featured on the June 12, 1964 cover of LIFE magazine. The photo, taken by Larry Burrows, shows Bacon leading a group of South Vietnamese soldiers through rice fields in the Mekong Delta. Bacon served two tours of duty in Vietnam. Among his decorations are the Silver Star and the Bronze Star with two valor devices. Bacon was stationed at Fort Jackson from 1976 through 1983.
He graduated West Point with a bachelor’s of science in communications in 1956, and was a classmate of Norman Schwarzkopf. He is now retired and living in Fort Jackson, South Carolina.
**The soldier in the 6th photo is not Capt. Robert Bacon. When I find his name, I’ll add it. The source where I found the photos identified him as Capt. Bacon. Thank you for the correction @remythejester!
Timothy McVeigh was responsible for one of the worst terrorist acts ever committed by an American citizen, the bombing of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City in 1995. McVeigh was raised in a rural community in upstate New York after his parents separated in 1978. A loner in high school McVeigh enlisted in the army in 1988 and rose through the ranks to platoon leader. In 1991, after winning a Bronze Star in the Persian Gulf War, he failed to complete Green Beret school, and this failure increased his dissatisfaction with the government.
Although McVeigh was never linked to militant antigovernment groups, he soon began planning revenge for the deaths that occurred during the Waco Siege. He had been present at Waco when the siege was occurring and felt that the government was responsible for the deaths. He enlisted the help of his friend from the army, Terry Nichols, and together they took steps to build and place a bomb at the Alfred P Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City, as McVeigh mistakenly believed the government order for the waco assault had originated from there.
On April 19th, 1995, McVeigh parked a rented Ryder truck at the north side of the Federal Building, and minutes after, a fertiliser and fuel oil bomb exploded, immediately collapsing about a third of the building and killing 168 people. McVeigh was convicted of the crime and was executed by lethal injection in 2001.