Harry and Macy

Unapologetically a collection of Macy and Harry fan works from the Charmed reboot.

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Tell Me How You (Really) Feel - Harry x Macy

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Summary: Harry comes to find Macy after the events of 2x08 to see how she is. Macy confronts him about his kiss with Abigael and things get messy.

Rating : M

Macy can feel the anger building within her, vying for dominance over the overwhelming sadness she feels inside. She paces around her room, trying to reconcile what she has just seen with her own eyes, still difficult to believe. 

But the tearing feeling in her heart tells her that it is true. She has just seen Harry kissing Abigael in their command center, their supposed Safe Space has been infiltrated by that harpy and she has corrupted what she would have believed was incorruptible. 

She was glad that she took the walk around the city before returning home as Maggie and Mel were nowhere to be seen when she returned. She didn’t have to face the inevitable questions of what had happened, sure that Maggie, ever the romantic, would want every detail. She wasn’t even sure what she would tell them. 

She notices then that her hands are shaking by her sides, clenched in two tight fists, that want to unleash the power inside of her clamoring to get out. 

She wants to hunt her down, consequences be damned and stop her from ever setting foot near her family again. 

And it is that precise moment that she hears the gentle knock on her door. 

Had she still had her powers she would slam it right in his face, but instead, she continues to stare at herself in the mirror. Noticing his head duck around her door to see why she hasn’t answered him yet. 

He edges his way around the door, standing on the edge of her bedroom, still waiting for an invitation to enter. 

“What do you want Harry?” Macy asks, unable to keep the anger out of her voice, and she sees a look of confusion cross his face. 

“I,” he pauses, and Macy bites the inside of her cheek the only thing she can do to stifle the rage she wants to unleash on him. 

“I wanted to see how you were, how Maggie is?” He crosses over the threshold as he speaks and Macy lets out a laugh. 

“How we are?” her voice is low, as she approaches him, moving behind him to shut the door. Conscious that her two sister’s bedrooms are just down the hall. 

“Maggie has had her heart torn into two, but she is strong and is going to be okay. She has her family to support her.” She feels the edge cutting into her tone, and he quirks an eyebrow at this. 

“And you?” he asks, and Macy tries not to focus on the tie undone hanging loose around his neck, the undone buttons of his shirt. The way his hair looks like it has had fingers running through it. 

Because it has. 

Only moments ago. By that treacherous little - 

“I’m fine,” she lies, clenching her fists tighter.

He gives a nod, turning to leave and she can’t help herself.

“How’s Abigael?” she asks. 

He stops his movements, turning to face her. 

“After her ordeal?” she adds, sarcasm dripping on her words.

Harry sighs, the same look on his face as at the wedding, “She saved Maggie, Macy. Saved us all from Parker. He was dangerous and -”

“So you thought you should show her some gratitude,” she says as she advances on him, pushing herself into his personal space, and it makes her stomach turn when she sees that his lips are still swollen and the images that she has been trying so desperately from seeing flood her mind. 

She watches as the realisation crosses his face. That she knows. 

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Ice Skating - Harry x Macy - Hacy

Day Eight - Ice Skating for @fluffcember2019

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“Yes that’s it, keep holding my hands, you’ve got this,” Harry spoke to the little girl in such a calming manner, never letting go of her tiny little hands as they made their way slowly out onto the ice.

Macy could remember the first one on one training session they ever had. Him urging her to relax more, to just feel her power surging within her rather than forcing it to show itself. His voice calm and gentle. Until she was finally able to throw things around the room with ease. Using her powers becoming as natural as breathing.

And as he gently pulled Emily across the ice, he could hear the same tone. Gentle and reassuring, despite the way the little girl was shaking, he held her steady.

The cold air blew past her body and she pulled her coat tighter around her body, trying to keep the chill out. A moment of pride washing over her as she saw that he was now holding her by just the one hand, as her feet began to move along the ice of her own intention. Small movements, barely a shuffle really, but the praise he showered upon her, brought a broad grin to their daughter’s face.

“Look, mummy,” she shouted from her place on the ice, Macy giving a wave from the park bench followed by a thumbs up, made more difficult by her thick gloves. She could hear the gentle encouragements from Harry, travelling across the lake.

“A little wider, sweetheart.”

“Look at you, take another step.”

“I’m going to let go now, okay.” Macy felt the little hitch in her breath as she watched on anxiously, as Harry’s hand let go of Emily’s and her arms outstretched to the sides of her. The momentum of her last step, propelling her forward. The little shout of delight that left her lips echoed around the small lake.

Macy rose to her feet, clapping as she watched on, Harry standing further back now, a smile lighting up his face, for the first time turning back to Macy, and he could see all the love he had for her in that one look before the vision faded away and she found herself back in the command centre.

“Did it work? Did you see anything?” Maggie asked, her hand still clutched around Macy’s while a branch with black amber seeping staining her skin was clutched in the other, “Did you see where Harry is?”

Macy shook her head, the visions that she had seen in her mind still reverberating within her. It wasn’t just what she had seen, but what she had felt. Happiness, contentment, peace.

“I saw,” she paused wondering how she could even explain it, “something else.”

Macy got up from her chair, moving to the command centre, bracing herself against the console as her eyes scanned the map with a renewed sense of desperation to find their missing whitelighter.

“We need to find him.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Charmed (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Harry Greenwood Additional Tags: Mention of Hacy, James/Jimmy, Angst, Anger, Mention of Macy, Mention of Mel and Maggie, Mention of 2x06 aftermath Summary:

A conversation between Jimmy (Dark!Harry) and Harry.

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Christmas Eve Will Find Me (or 25 days of Hacy Christmas)

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Here are my prompts (and fills as completed) for @fluffcember2019​ . Although fair warning not all of them are fluffy.

Also I have made December 25th a ‘Free Choice’ so if you have an idea for a Christmas themed prompt send to my ask box.

Also I am really excited to share some of the fills I have for these.

1. ‘Hold Me’

2. Ugly Sweaters

3. Home

4. Holiday Lights/Power Outage

5. Carolling Karaoke

6. Snowball Fight

7. Slippery

8. Ice Skating

9. Mulled Wine

10. Pine Tree

11. Movie Marathon

12. Mistletoe

13. Long Scarf

14. Sick

15. Snow Angels

16. Marshmallows

17. Family Visits

18. Gingerbread

19. Apricity

20. ‘My Car Broke Down’

21. It’s so COLD

22. Present Shopping

23. Flannel

24. Egg Nog Coquito

25. Free Choice (cause it’s Christmas)

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Hacy fics

Long flight, booooooo, can you all recommend some hacy fics to read? Keep me from falling asleep on the guy’s shoulder next to me…please?!

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Here are my all time faves (at the moment anyway):

Five Times the Charmed Ones Saved Their Whitelighter (And One Time He Saved Them)    By Cinder

This story is one of my all time faves, not only does it have some fantastic Hacy content but is also a great ‘family’ fic of the core four. Cinder’s fics are always amazing but this is one of my faves. It’s also a lengthy read, great for a long trip.

Trust Circle by Diana_Munroe

This is one of my new faves, it is a beautiful and deep examination of the relationship between Macy and both Harry and James. Each chapter is almost self contained and examines a different aspect of the entangled relationships. Also the writing is incredibly engaging.

Dangerous Gamble by Cinder

So this is another Cinder fic, but a rec list from me wouldn’t be complete without it. It is just so delightfully delicious. The undercover, the ‘quick hide kiss’ and it plays out like an episode or scene from the show. Everything is just so on point. I highly, highly recommend this one.

The Thoughts Inside Your Head by ikroa

I mean who does not love a mind reading meddling Maggie Vera? I always love fics that can examine the Hacy relationship from the perspective of one of the sisters and this one has captured Maggie perfectly. It’s also a good length and is quite funny.

Little Red Dress by hicklory

Ah the little red dress fics. There are quite a few of these (cause how could there not be) but this one is my favourite. I love the way the chapters connect based on the red dress and the mutual pining, oh my god, the mutual pining in this fic is phenomenal.

Different but the Same by PenShips

I love this fic. Really highlights the messyness that is Harry and James and Macy and the conflict between the two. It has sweet moments, hot moments and conflict between Harry and James which is great to read.

Mudd Hall by TheShipSailsItself

The latest chapter of this one? Oh jeez, I don’t know if it is safe to read on a plane, because damn… But I have to put it on the list because it has some of the hottest Hacy (almost) love scenes I have read. Double thumbs up for this one.

I am almost certain I have missed some, as the fandom is incredibly talented and there are new stories and updates happening each day it is hard to keep up.

But hopefully these at least get you through some of that plane trip.

Happy Travels

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Lights Out - Harry x Macy - Hacy

25 days of (Hacy) Christmas

@fluffcember2019 challenge Day Four.

Day Four: Holiday Lights/Power Outage

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“You don’t think it’s too much?” Macy asked her head tilted to the side as she admired the way the lounge had been filled with lights and ornaments. It was their first Christmas is Seattle and Macy wanted to make it as special (and traditional) as she could. Even if it would only be the four of them that would see it. 

“Not at all,” Harry replied, admiring her work, but Macy couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t being completely honest with her. And maybe she had gone a little overboard but with every ornament hung, each sprig of holly she could almost feel a calmness washing over her, and it the feeling had been slightly addictive. 

“Okay.” Macy said with a sigh and hands on her hips as she gave a final nod of approval at her handiwork. “Let’s flip the switch.”

Harry nodded and flipped the ‘switch’ on the powerboard. 

And for a brief moment it was glorious. The house bathed in a warm glow, alternate flashes of green and red, the lights hitting the sparkle of every ornament she had hung around the home. 

Until they was a final flash and the house plunged into darkness. 

Both Harry and Macy let out a little squeak, hands automatically reaching for the others, before their hearts slowed back down to a normal pace and breathing returned to normal, hands snatched away from each other in a rather awkward display. 

“I’m no electrician, Macy. But I think you may have short circuited the power.”

Macy’s hand lit up, a small ball of fire contained with her magic, lighting up the room. The light flickering across her face as she took a deep sigh. Of course the power had gone out. She had wanted to surprise Mel and Maggie when they came home. Give them something normal and without danger or consequence, something to enjoy as a family. 

But no, the higher powers whoever they may be had decided that they couldn’t even have this one thing. 

“Harry?” Harry looked up from the cupboard where he was currently gathering an armful of candles, which had been last used when they had vanquished the Enenra demon. “If we are ‘off the grid’ so to speak, how exactly are we going to get someone out to repair this?”

Harry paused for a moment thinking this through, “We will need to wipe their memory.”

“There isn’t a spell or something.” There was usually a spell of some kind. 

“The last time we tried mixing magic and electricity it didn’t exactly go in our favour.” Harry had told Macy about Mel’s experiment with magic while she had been captured by the Darklighter which had lead to the whole of Safe Space being plunged into darkness and Maggie being caught in an elevator with Jordan. 

“So we call an electrician?”

“I think it’s our only option.” Harry replied with a simple shrug of his shoulders, the candles shifting in his arms, threatening to topple over. 

“Okay you call the electrician.” Macy took the candles from his hands, balancing them in her own ams. “I’ll get on to lighting these.” 

Macy moved around the house, lighting the candles in each room, taking some comfort in the glow that they emanated, which caught the ornaments in a different way to the lights she had set up but it looked beautiful and almost magical nonetheless.

Harry came into the kitchen, muttering to himself, as he braced himself against the kitchen bench. 

Macy lit the final candle with a snap of her fingers and raised her eyebrows in question at Harry, who folded his arms across his chest.

“I’ve tried a few, the earliest I can get is tomorrow morning.” 

Macy sighed heavily. 

“How many lights did you put up?” Harry asked. 

Macy’s eyes drifted guiltily to the pile of powerboards and extension cords that were piled up in the lounge, which wasn’t even counting the ones that she had hooked up to run outside. 

“A few.” Macy answered, turning away from Harry to busy herself with something in the cupboard, “At least we still have this.” She said, holding up the stovetop kettle in her hand. She offered a smile, and Harry relented moving to the designated ‘tea’ cupboard to make his selection. 

She smiled to herself as they fell into a usual routine, having shared many cups of tea over the past months. 

Macy filled up the kettle with water before placing it on the stovetop, turning on the gas before a spark came from her forefinger, lighting up the stove. 

“You’re getting good at that.”

Macy jumped a little, at just how close he was, her hand resting on her chest as he gave a little chuckle. 

Harry held up two containers, “Earl Grey or Darjeeling?” 

Macy shifted her eyes between the two, “Earl Grey.” 

“Of course.” Harry said with a smile as he returned to the cupboard to retrieve two cups and their corresponding saucers. 

“Oh, wait-” Macy said quickly, moving to a drawer, pulling out two mugs. One in the shape of Jolly Old St Nick himself and another in the shape of a Snowman. 

Harry raised his eyebrows at the unusual tea drinking vessels. 

“It’s Christmas,” Macy reasoned, before Harry shrugged his shoulders placing his cups and saucers back in the cupboard and placing a tea bag in each of the novelty mugs. 

The kettle whistled loudly, before Macy took it back off the stove, clicking off the gas, and pouring the hot water into each cup. Noting how they both took their tea the same way. No milk, no sugar, just the tea, nothing added to impede it’s taste. Simple. 

“It’s a while, since we’ve done this.” Macy muses as she watches the tea bag seep into the water, watching Harry’s reaction carefully out of the corner of her eye.  

He looks up at her, giving a slight nod and Macy realises just how much she has missed it. To an outsider looking in it would be such a simple thing, sharing a cup of tea, but it had become a routine for them. A safe space where they could enjoy each other’s company without having to attach a label to it or reading more into it then friends sharing a brew. 

 It really had been too long. 

“Too busy saving the world,” he said with a small smile as he removed the tea bags and handed her her cup. 

She took a sip, the tea only slightly scalding her tongue, but she enjoyed the way it warmed her hands through the thick ceramic of the mug, almost like a warm comforting hug. 

“We should probably get that fire going,” Harry looks over the lounge where the fireplace is, covered with a number of ornaments and four stockings have been hung. 

Macy gives a nod of her head and puts her mug on the counter to assist Harry with moving the logs into place, they are both so particular about their placement to create the perfect foundation that they work together almost seamlessly with little spoken communication. Once the groundwork is laid Macy produces a small fireball in her hand which she puts onto the fire and it springs into life. The warmth of the fire hitting them both head on, before they retrieve their cups of hot tea and settle in near the fire. 

Macy caught Harry looking around the lounge, a smile spreading across his lips. “It really does look beautiful Macy, even without the lights.”

Macy braced herself with her arms behind her leaning back and taking in her own handiwork, “Thanks Harry.”

“Maggie will love it.” He tells her, his hand reaching out and settling on the floor next to her own. She can’t help but notice the proximity and wonder whether it is intentional, how if she just stretched out her little finger it would reach his. Whether a simple gesture could change everything. 

“Mel will too, although she would never admit it,” he adds with a small chuckle and she swears his hand is closer than before. 

And then the temptation is too much and her hand moves ever so slightly so that it brushes against the back of his hand, the slightest of touches before she rests it against the floor, her fingers barely touching his, but the movement catches his attention and he is looking up at her in a way she’s become familiar with. 

A look that is hopeful and full of trepidation at the same time. 

And she finds herself leaning in as he does, the distance closing between them, under the steady glow of firelight. 

“I’m home!” Maggie announces loudly as she opens the front door causing Macy and Harry to snap back from each other at the interruption. 

“Oh my gosh, this place looks amazing. Oooh look at these stockings.” 

And not for the first time (or the last) Macy is cursing Maggie for her timing as she feels the moment drift away from her. 

The powers that be must really have it out for her.

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A friend of mine who’s been catching up with the show pointed out that Harry and Macy spent a lot of 2x07 separated by a table when they were alone. I think’s that a nice little detail to symbolize... well, many things. The urge to touch/not touch, how they’re kind of on opposite sides of the same issue, how they have the option to just sit down together (AND TALK) if they wanted but choose to stand opposite each other instead.

And it kind of makes how much of a team they are in public, despite having issues, even more meaningful. They talk to Maggie like they’re her parents, work very well together on the Jordan plot, and the Abigael thing is mostly kept between them. Even that first scene with Abigael showed how much like partners Harry and Macy are, with Macy backing down and not confronting Harry until they were alone. Reminds me a lot of cop shows and married couples where they shove their issues aside because the second they’re in public, you always gotta back up your partner.

This season has been doing these little touches that add so much to scenes and I really appreciate it.

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Home - Harry/Macy - Hacy

Day 3: Home

So apparently I am doing some kind of alternating of fluff and angst, cause this one is angsty again (but tomorrow’s is a full on tropey fluff fest, so…)

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It was an unusual tradition to be stood by a gravestone on the Eve before Christmas. And yet each year they would come here. To a place that felt so familiar yet distant to him at the same time. 

Harry bent down placing the wreath in his hand down on the ground, sprigs of holly and juniper berries supplying brief flashes of colour against the evergreen branches. Macy knelt down beside him placing a hand on his shoulder, supplying a gentle comforting squeeze. A gesture that was so small so seemingly inconsequential but held in it all the reassurance and comfort that he would ever need. 

He wiped an unshed tear from his eye, a tear for a man he never really knew and yet felt inexplicably connected to all the same. A man who had lived a life that he had been able to provide. Him and the other man whose gravestone sat next to him. 

He wondered if James ever comes to visit, whether he felt the same connection or something more. Because where Harry had brief inklings and flashings of memories that could belong to him. James had everything, he could remember every smile, every bruised knee, every hug. Harry had never even had that. The feeling of arms wrapped around him, so simple and yet it would have meant everything to him.  

He feels Macy’s arm wrap around his shoulder, pulling him against her as he lets the tears fall freely. Weeping for a life lost, and one that never was. 

She gently shushes in his ear as her hand moves slowly up and down his back. Affirmations that it’s okay, he’s okay. And he believes her. 

He looks up at the gravestone in front of them, reaching out to trace over the letters with his fingers. 

Here lies Carter James Westwell, Beloved husband, father and son. You will always be missed. 

He breathes out another sigh, as the pain subsides a little, as he reminds himself that Carter was happy, he lived a life that was deserved, built his own family and made his own mark on this world. Everything any father would want for his son. 

He pulls himself up to his feet, his hand reaching out for hers as he pulls her up. His arm wrapping around her to pull her close, sheltering her from the cold and snow that has begun to fall around them. While his other hand moves lower, gently placed against her swollen belly. His heart saited when he feels the distinct kick of the new life growing inside. 

He presses a kiss against her temple, her skin warm against his cold lips and he thinks of the new family he has created. A new life separate to the one he had previously lived, one he will not miss a minute of. 

“Let’s go home.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Harry and the Vera-Vera-Vaughns prepare for a Christmas party. Cookie-baking fluff, followed by an angst chaser.

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Dress Code - Harry x Macy - Hacy

@fluffcember2019 - Day Two

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2. Ugly Sweaters

“Nope.” Macy said with a simple shake of her head and folding of her arms across her chest. 

“But-" 

"No way.” Macy eyed the garment in Harry’s hand with a heavy amount of suspicion at the bright colours and garish design.

“It’s the theme.” Was that an actual pout? Harry Greenwood could pout? Worse still could it actually be working. 

Damn.

“Stupid theme,” she mutters under her breath as she begrudgingly takes the hanger from his hand. Ignoring the small triumphant smile that graces his features. She had been almost certain Maggie had been joking when she had told them the theme for the Safe Space Christmas Party, until she had shown her the official invitation and Macy’s stomach had sunk. Harry meanwhile had been an unnatural amount of excited, and then she had remembered the last time she had seen him in Christmas ‘attire’.

She held the sweater up to her body, frowning as she looked in the mirror. Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer stared back at her. She let out a huff as she came to terms with what would be her attire for the evening. 

Harry came up behind her, his arms snaking around her waist, as he rested his chin on her shoulder. 

“You would look stunning in anything, Dr Vaughn.”

She raises an eyebrow, “Flattery, Harry?”

“Most definitely,” he agreed, placing a kiss against her cheek. She did managed a quick calculation in her head as to whether they had time to spare for a quick little ‘session’ but coming to the conclusion that there was nowhere near enough time if they headed down that road. They might not even make the party at all. 

What a shame.

Instead she returned turned her head to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, sharing his smile. 

“Ooh wait,” he said quickly, before reaching around the side of the atrocious sweater, before she heard a ‘click’ and Rudolph’s nose lit up and began to flash.

“Harry!” Macy shrieked before turning round to deliver a light slap on his chest as he chuckled away.

“What? It’s festive, right?”

She placed her sweater back on her bed, ignoring the nose that continued to glow.  

“Mine lights up too.” He said proudly flicking another switch on his own sweater, causing the bright green Christmas Tree stitched onto the red sweater to light up and flicker. 

“You are lucky I love you Harry Greenwood.” Macy said with a role of her eyes as she watched the way the lights danced across his face, before wrapping her arms around him. 

“I know.” 

She presses a light kiss against his lips, surprised when he takes the opportunity to pull her flush up against him, deepening the kiss, as her hands bunch in the soft fabric of the ugliest Christmas sweater she has ever seen in her life. 

And she wouldn’t have things any other way. 

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Harry/Macy (Jimmy) | We could have it all

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Charmed Fic Prompts Part 3

#1 Civil War

AU where the Sarcana and Elders actually ended up fighting it out. I like the idea of the power of four being “torn apart”. That is, that some combination of them is on opposite sides (ex. Mel and Macy on the S’arcana side, Harry and Maggie on the Elders), but secretly on their own sides and just trying to destroy the war effort and minimize casualties from within. So each trying to foil both elder and S’arcana plans which will result in high casualties of innocents.

Maybe for angst Harry doesn’t know (at first) what the Ladies had planned, to make it realistic when the elders question him about what happened, and Macy gets to give him an I have feelings for you too, but goodbye speech. 

#2 Passion Potion

Not really a passion potion. I just thought it would be cool to have a fic where Macy and Harry are trying to create a potion together. Discussing ratios and the effects of certain ingredients, trying to decide which item should be added to create the desired effect. Looking at each other while the other is focused and admiring their focus and intelligence. 

#3 Magical Paperwork

Interpret how you will, but I’d love to see the chaos of magic flying papers attacking them.

#4 Sucked into A Horror Film or Musical

just a prompt with lots of opportunities for meta comments from the characters. 

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Shoutout to @slowlyandrogynousmiracle for her excellent recap/review podcast “Black Girl Couch Reviews”. Her Charmed podcasts are consistently hilarious, insightful, and full of Hacy goodness. Her take on the Harry/Macy back and forth in 2x07 had me rolling. Anyone who hasn’t listened to her should go and do that right now.

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- We will get to the bottom of Jordan.

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“Hold Me” - Macy/Harry - Hacy

So this is the first little one-shot/ficlet based on the @fluffcember2019 prompts. This was meant to be fluffy but turned out a little angsty but there is comfort at the end so 🤷‍♀️

I am going to challenge myself to do one for each day leading up to December 25th, so wish me luck!

1.”Hold Me”

Macy pulls the box from underneath her bed, worn and heavy, hidden from prying eyes. Ever since Mel and Maggie had turned her room upside down and managed to find her most hidden thoughts she had become a little more wary about where she hid things. 

Although she bore them no ill will, they had been trying to save her life after all, the initial feeling that they new her most hidden desires had made her uncomfortable to say the least. But she had told them all was forgiven, as long as they didn’t tell Harry. And the sisters had been sworn to secrecy. 

She felt uneasy around Harry since the ‘incident’ with his darklighter. He was the only person she felt that she could talk to about him, and he was the only one who didn’t want to broach the subject. So she was left with her own thoughts and theories about the man who had been the ‘darklighter’ who had worn Harry’s face and yet was a completely separate man in his own right. 

She managed to push those thoughts aside, not for the first time, as she opened the box in front of her. A sense of familiarity and comfort washing over her as her fingers traced the outlines of its contents.

She had kept every single one. One for every year she was at boarding school, for every year at college, every year she had moved out of home. He had never missed one and every year, after Christmas trees were taken down, and lights packed away until te next year. She would carefully place it in this box, before it had soon become almost too full to close securely. 

And then they had stopped, because he was gone and she was all alone. The first year had been the hardest, when there had been no red or green envelope gracing her letterbox, and she had finally made the decision to move to a new town, get a new start and try to bury the loneliness that consumed her. 

Dear Macy, 

Happy Christmas, I am so proud of the woman that you are becoming, and I know your mother would be too. Only a few weeks left, and I will have a cup of cocoa waiting for you (with two marshmallows, of course). 

Love, Dad. 

Her fingers traced the words, moving over the little loop of his ‘l’s and the slight smudge where the ink must still have been wet while his hand passed over it, a lefty, like herself. She looked out her window, the card still in her hand as she culd remember Christmases spent with her dad, those few brief days where it was just the two of them and they would bake and eat, and fall asleep on the couch bellies full and a Christmas special playing in the background. 

She missed him. Well she always missed him, but at this time of year, and with everything that had happened, her new home stolen from under her, she missed him more than normal.

She cursed herself as a tear drop splashed onto the card, wetting the ‘Love’ and she tried to wipe it away without smudging the ink, letting out another frustrated sigh as the ink was further smudged. 

Just as there was a quite knock on her half open door. 

She closed the card quickly, sniffing as she replaced the lid. 

“Come in,” she answered as she placed the pillow on top of the box, before Harry stepped into view. She knew it would be him, he always knocked, even if the door was wide open he would always knock, seeking permission before he came inside her most private, protected space. 

“Harry,” she greeted with a bright smile, another sniff as she wiped her eyes with her sleeves. Wiping away the last of the evidence of her emotions. 

“Are you okay Macy?” he asked, concern permeating the question as he took a seat on the bed next to her, leaving a safe amount of distance between them. He had been very careful about that lately, leaving enough space, where before he would of snatched upon every opportunity to be closer than he should be. 

“I’m fine,” she promised him, hoping that the unshed tears in her eyes, and stuffy nose wouldn’t give her away. 

“I could hear.” His hand reaches out to place gently on her arm, and it is the closest contact they have had in weeks. She looks up at him and he gives her a gentle smile, the one that at times, keeps her strong, keeps her going, when everything is falling down around her. The same smile he gave her when she was consumed by the Source and his thoughts and feelings had crashed into her like a tidal wave she was unable to escape. 

“Hold me,” she manages, and she can see the hesitation in his eyes, knowing that he could say no. That it could cross a line that the two of them have been avoiding since they found her. But she is aching for that sense of comfort, for the love of another person. She doesn’t want to talk, to go over again what has changed, she just needs his arms around her. “Please.”

And then his arms are wrapping around her, and her body is pulled against his. His thumb moving rhythmically back and forth across her upper arm, in such a soothing movement, that she can for at least this moment believe that nothing has changed between them. 

“I’ve got you Macy,” he whispers into her hair, and she allows herself to snuggle further into his arms, his chest warm against her cheek. “Always.”