Sirius bent his head low against the biting wind as snow pounded against his thick wool coat. He trudged down the street and dragged the front door open. He barely made it through as the wind pushed against the glass. He heaved a sigh of relief as the warmth of the entryway washed over him. He brushed off as much snow as he could on the mat by the door and headed towards the stairs.
He looked up at the five flights of stairs he’d have to climb. The lift had stopped working two months ago, and the building owner had yet to do anything about it. He grabbed the bannister in his hand and started his ascent.
By the time he’d made it to their flat, he was exhausted. He all but fell through the door.
“Good time in town?” Remus asked from his armchair, not looking up from his book.
“Yeah, until this blizzard hit. It’s coming down so hard we’ll get snowed in at this rate,” Sirius grumbled as he took his soggy outerwear off and went to hand it on the clothes course beside the radiator.
Remus finally looked up from his book and turned his head to the window.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Not that bad?! The wind was so strong I could barely get home. I saw Nora from next door flying down the road on her mobility scooter.” Remus looked at him shocked.
“Did you try to help her?”
“I tried, but she yelled at me on her way past that she was having the time of her life.” He toed off his boots; thankfully, his socks were still bone dry. “I’ll go check on her when she gets back.”
Remus lifted his blanket, and Sirius immediately took the invitation to crawl into Remus’s lap and snuggle under the warm blanket.
“Christ, you’re cold,” Remus yelped as Sirius’s frozen fingers found their way under his knitted jumper.
“I told you, blizzard,” Sirius said, pulling his hand out and waving it towards the window.
“Yes, my love,” Remus said, kissing the top of his head and wrapping the blanket back around them before returning to his book.
Pairing: Yoon Dowoon (Day6) x Reader; Genre: Fluff, Romance, Slice of life; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: freezing fingers (duh), hands touching bare skin that aren’t other hands/arms or face; Wordcount: 997; Event: Winter Hearts from kdiarynet; Prompt: Number 14 - “Warming up cold fingers”
Summary: You were late to a meeting with your best friend, who patiently waited for you in the cold. When you arrived he desperately tried to warm his hands again. Feeling slightly responsible for it you wanted to help him, making him more than just flustered.
A/N: I somehow think this scenario is very romantic... at least I think it’s somewhat intimate and shows how close someone is to someone else
Dowoon glanced towards the huge clock in the middle of the park again, his heart sinking with every second that passed.
Sure, he arrived too early at the park but you were now over ten minutes late. You’ve never been this late before, or at least you had messaged him if you wouldn’t make it on time.
If it had been summer, Dowoon wouldn’t mind it so much but it was the middle of winter and it was freezing cold.
Additionally to this misery Dowoon had forgotten his gloves and his fingers slowly but surely turned numb. At first it felt like a slight burn, then as if a dozen needles pricked his skin and now they just felt numb.
Dowoon looked down on his hands, seeing them shake heavily. Even concentrating on his fingers didn't prevent the shaking. He sighed deeply and tried to clench his fingers into a fist.
A hiss escaped his lips when the movement sent a shot of pain through his body. This couldn’t be a good sign. Dowoon lifted his hands to his mouth and tried to breathe some warmth onto them, carefully rubbing his hands against each other. Since even this method didn’t help to warm up his hands, Dowoon stuffed his fingers underneath his armpits, the second warmest place of the body.
Another five minutes passed and you still haven’t arrived or messaged him. Dowoon considered to message you but the condition of his fingers prevented him from using them properly.
“I’m so sorry!” You shouted and ran towards Dowoon, who stood hunched, trying to make himself as small as possible and contain his warmth, next to a street lamp. “My phone died due to the cold and the tram got delayed due to the icy rails,” you apologised, feeling deeply sorry to keep Dowoon waiting for so long.
“You are here now”, he stuttered, his teeth chattering from the cold. “That’s all that matters.”
You sighed in relief and hugged him tightly before your hands wandered down his arms and grabbed his fingers. You gasped in shock, feeling the coldness of them. “Oh my god! How long have you been outside?”
Dowoon shrugged with his shoulders, giving you a half looped smile.
You clicked your tongue and stuffed his hands together with yours into the pockets of your jacket, stepping closer to him in the process. You gently rubbed over his hands and hoped to warm them up a little. “Does it help?”
He shrugged once more and tilted his head to the side. “I had them in my pockets before. They still turned cold.”
A low grumble escaped your throat and you nervously looked around. Your gaze stopped at the clock in the middle of the park. There was still some time before you wanted to drag him to the movies. Maybe you two could go to a café first and get something hot into his hands. Though you remembered your mom had taught you to use lukewarm water to warm frozen fingers. So wrapping his fingers around a hot cup could hurt instead of help.
You sighed. Maybe the both of you should go to the theatre already. Even though the movie wouldn’t start, you had the warmth of a building surrounding you. “Come with me.” You didn’t even wait for a response and pulled his hands out of your pockets. You still held one of his hands and stuffed it back into one pocket while you hurried to a café nearby.
Once you arrived at it you felt yourself shivering as well. You didn’t want to imagine how cold Dowoon must have felt waiting for you all this time while standing still.
You pulled him into one corner of the entrance hall, to avoid standing in the way of others. It was slightly warmer inside of the theatre but the cold from the outside had clung onto your bodies. You stepped close to Dowoon. “I can’t believe they didn’t call this the coldest day of the year.”
Dowoon chuckled lowly and silently agreed with you. He held his shaking hands in front of his body and stared at them blankly. His fingers felt numb but at the same time they burnt.
You stared at his hands as well, seeing how red they were from the cold. Actually, they almost seemed to be turning slightly blue. You bit on your lower lip nervously and thought about your options to help him.
Coming to a conclusion you opened your jacket, grabbed his hands and lifted your sweater slightly to stuff them underneath it. Against your warm stomach.
You hissed when his icy fingers touched your bare skin, involuntarily sucking in your stomach. Still, you pressed his hands against your skin, not letting go.
Only a few inches separated Dowoon from you. Your little hiss made him painfully aware of that fact. He looked up from his hands, which were covered by your sweater, to your face. He could count your eyelashes and even noticed a few ice crystals in them.
“Does it help?”
Dowoon literally froze again when your eyes met. Your question just made him realise where his hands were placed. Heat crept up his neck and cheeks, making them sting slightly from thawing.
He blinked a few times and tried to move his fingers hesitantly. It wasn’t as painful as before, instead they started to sting just like his cheeks. Dowoon nodded slowly, pressing his fingers harder against your skin, as if he was holding you at your waist.
“That’s good”, you smiled and rubbed over his hands, “I’m really sorry you had to endure the cold for so long.”
Dowoon shook his head, smiling shyly as well. “It wasn’t your fault. I simply could have brought my gloves.”
You wanted to argue with him but decided to let it drop. “As long as your fingers are coming back to life again. That’s the only thing that matters right now.”
My hands are fucking freezing. I put them on my head and it's like a cold pack whyyy. Skeleton hands
Im not even cold, my hands and fingers are just on vacation to the arctic. Please come home my babies. The touch screen is starting to not acknowledge my beep boops. It took 20 tires to type this because of spelling kistake because of bloodless icicle fingers
