#north x reader

[enby-jellyfish]

Christmas Morning

Nicholas St. North X GN!Spouse!Reader (POC friendly)

Pronouns: You/Your

Summary: Christmas morning with your husband is even more special when he's Santa Clause.

Warnings: FLUFFF, North's taller than you (I don't care how tall you are, he is).

Word Count: 650

A/N: I'd put up with those fuck ass elves for him.

The workshop is finally starting to look like itself again. You sweep your broom across the floor, collecting the lost screws, wood shavings, and scraps of brightly colored wrapping paper into neat piles.

The yeti and the elves are off on a well deserved break, celebrating Christmas after another year well done. In the distance, you hear the elves laughing as they clink mugs of cocoa, the yeti stomping through the halls with booming cheer as the music ties it all together.

You didn’t mind staying behind. Someone has to get a head start on the morning cleanup. Besides; you like waiting up for him. As you work, you imagine how exhausted your husband will be when he finally comes home. Nicholas St. North never truly stops working, but Christmas always takes something extra out of him.

You’re so focused on your sweeping that you barely notice the shift in the air until warm arms slide around your waist from behind. You startle, then immediately relax, laughing softly as you recognise the familiar touch of your husband. “I still don’t know how a man your size can be so quiet.” You scoff playfully.

A low chuckle rumbles through North’s chest as he rests his chin atop your head. You lean into his touch, the smell of pine, cinders, fresh-baked cookies, and just the faintest hint of reindeer engulfing you like a warm, fuzzy blanket. Home, in every sense of the word.

“How was work?” You ask, resting your hands over his. “Work was good.” He rumbles contentedly. “Children very good this year. Kevin managed to stay out of trouble, and little Cindy sang beautiful song, almost brought tears to my eyes, eh!”

You hum, tilting your head slightly as he continues, hands warm and steady as you sway slightly side to side. “That sounds wonderful.” You smile softly. “Did old Jack S. manage to catch you this year?” North chuckles. “No, but he did get close.”

You turn in his arms to face him. You catch his half-lidded eyes, the usual spark, despite his smile, softened by the exhaustion finally catching up to him. “You should rest.” You murmur gently, running your hands over the fabric of his sleeves.

He raises a brow, that familiar spark managing to flash through his tired gaze. “Why would I rest when I can dance with you, eh?” Before you can protest, he twirls you across the cleared floor, imaginary music swelling between your shared laughter.

You try and stifle your smile, breathless, as you grip his hands. “We can dance later. Don’t make me get Sandy, Nicholas St. North.” You wave a playful finger in his face as he barks out a laugh, throwing his head back. “Ooohhh, full name~” He teases. “Am I in trouble?”

You smile mischieviously. “Careful. Remember, I have access to your list. It would be awfully easy to put that full name of yours on the naughty one.” North laughs even harder, the sound echoing through the workshop until you can’t help but join him, your laughter mingling with his until your sides ache.

Finally, he wipes his eyes and sighs dramatically. “Fine, I’ll go to bed. But only on one condition.” You cross your arms playfully. “Name your demand.” He leans in, forehead resting against yours. “You join me.” You can’t stop the smile that pulls at your lips. “Gladly.”

You share a quick, affectionate peck before lacing your fingers together and heading off to the quieter halls of the workshop. The lights dim behind you, and as you change into your soft, well-worn pyjamas, the early morning finally settles into quiet.

Before you know it, you are wrapped securely in North’s arms, his steady breathing brushing your ear as sleep starts to pull you under. “Merry Christmas.” You murmur, already drifting off. North kisses the top of your head, voice barely above a whisper. “Merry Christmas.”

Masterlist

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Thank you for reading <3

[zafirosreverie]

Nutcracker (North x Reader)

a/n: This is short, but I couldn't leave my man without his traditional story, I hope you like it!

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You sighed as you stared at the ceiling, lying in bed. It was cold outside, the snow falling with no sign of stopping, the laughter of children playing with their sleds and having snowball fights reached your ears, and small flashes of colored lights streamed through your window.

It was December, damn it, and the month had passed so quickly. In less than a week it would be Christmas, and you? You were lying there, your house undecorated, your spirits at rock bottom, and you didn't want to do anything. It seemed that the older you got, the more the magic faded, and now you were just a sad, empty adult, feeling sorry for yourself during what used to be the happiest time of the year.

"It's part of growing up"

Well, growing up sucked, you'd discovered. There was nothing but responsibilities, taxes, jobs, stress, and anxiety. You didn't even have time to nurture your friendships, so you'd drifted apart from many people, including your own family.

You felt so bad, and a part of you just wanted to go back to those wonderful Christmases of your childhood, when you ran around your parents' house, helping Mom decorate the tree, tasting the desserts, waiting for the presents while eating turkey.

And waiting for nightfall so he would arrive.

Maybe it was silly at your age, but what you remembered most fondly was Santa Claus himself. You loved baking cookies for him, leaving them under the tree with the milk, waking up full of excitement to find them gone, with an amazing gift in their place. You missed that magic so much, the feeling of having an extra special friend, someone who looked after you, outside the logic of the world, even if just for one night.

"...I miss you, big guy" you whispered. "I wish Christmas could be magical again"

You closed your eyes, trying to stop the slight headache that was starting to creep in. This was why you usually tried not to think so much about your life and how lonely it had become. You focused on your breathing to calm yourself a little, and just as you began to feel sleep creeping over you, something fell to the floor.

You jumped slightly and sat up in bed, looking around the room. Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating what had disturbed your peace: a small nutcracker, one of the last gifts Santa had given you.

"What?" you frowned, cautiously approaching it. "...I don't even remember packing it with me. How did it get here?"

You bent down to pick it up, a thousand questions racing through your mind. You were sure you'd left it at your parents' house when you moved out; it didn't make sense that— Oh, it was chipped. The fall must have caused that. Well, it was just a small scratch on the arm, nothing a little putty and paint couldn't fix.

You remembered the joy of discovering it under the tree, how wonderful it felt to know that even though you were about to enter your teens, you were still worthy of Santa’s visit. You remembered how much you had loved it, always taking it with you everywhere, from dinners to piñatas. You loved that nutcracker and everything it represented.

It had given you so much that you owed it respect and a proper repair, right? Regardless of how it had gotten there.

"Come on, buddy, we'll make you as good as new" you said.

You felt a pang of...something, something warm and strangely familiar, as you left your room, a mission in mind. You didn't even care about how it had arrived anymore; it didn't matter. The distraction was welcome, and at least now you had something to do. 

And somewhere in your mind, you thought you remembered a kind smile and a deep, warm voice wishing that your light would never go out.

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A warm, booming laugh echoed across the North Pole as the boss of bosses sat in his workshop, boots on the desk, a snow globe in his hands. Inside it, your image was perfectly visible, decorating the tree.

After repairing the nutcracker, you had decided you were already up, so you slowly began to take out the boxes of lights and ornaments, feeling lighter and as if that spark had been reignited within you, as if you weren't alone. As if that child that used to love Christmas was in charge of you again, and it was an amazing feeling.

The Man in the Moon was right, the Nutcracker was a perfect idea, and the patriarch of Christmas made a mental note to send him a package of those cookies he loved so much the next time Sandy traveled to the moon.

"I missed your light, my child" North said to himself, smiling at your reflection in the snow globe. "Magic is always there, it always believes in you even if you don't believe in it, and it always, always brings you back home"

[z0mbie-puff]

A blurb because my sunburn is making me sick and I can't have soup right now so I choose to find my comfort in my comfort Freelancers-

This is mostly my excuse to write for North Dakota because something about this man just.... mmmm. He's like my serotonin red pill. Besides Wash.

North x Reader- gender neutral, mentions of sunburns, North rubbing his hands all over you except you aren't thinking platonic thoughts while he's doing it. Nothing descriptive really it's probably not gonna be that long. Could be considered

"Baby I need you to sit still."

The reprimand comes affectionate lined with that firm steel tone; you know it too well. It's the one meant for more private moments when it's just the two of you. It's the one that has your toes curling easy. North probably knows how it affects you but he never gives an indicator of it. Even now.

His hand touches your back and you hiss- the skin there is definitely inflamed. North intakes a breath with you before he starts to spray on the aloe. "You know, when you said you got sunburnt at the beach with Wash, I assumed it was just on your face. How did it get this bad?"

You thought back on it.

Hanging out with Wash on the beach had been fun. Really fun. The blonde got caught up with a group of people in varying shades of blue for their swimsuits- and you had gotten caught up when a surly one had commented that they could probably kick your asses in volleyball.

Things only went down hill from there.

It'd been a comical mix of you insisting you weren't gonna take loser talk from someone who had an elastic grip on his glasses which involved his friends and then involved Wash... and then there were more people there? You were sure one had been a dog in human form. But in the end they had all had thier asses kicked.... and now here you were.

"At least I had fun?" The consolation was that Wash was probably just as sunburnt as you were. "And we kicked ass in volleyball."

"Uh huh. Is the sun sickness worth it?" He sounded like he was smiling.

"Oh totally!" You were lying through your teeth. The irritation in your skin and subtle fever were annoying as all hell. But North's only response if you said anything would be 'you should have reapplied your sunscreen' in that fatherly tone he always used when you' done something a little stupid. For now your annoyance was put on pause as his hands spread the lidocaine on your skin to those corners that needed it most. Sure, his fingertips were a little rough but those same fingers were also-

No.

Now was not the time to think about how hot your boyfriend's hands were.

Although they felt really nice on your thighs when-

"Baby?"

"Hm?" You turned and stared at him innocently. "Yeah?"

"You okay? I called your name a couple of times." Even if he was smiling there was the subtle pinch in his brows. One hand slipped up to press against your forehead. "Fever getting to you?"

"If I said yes would you kiss me better?" You grinned as he laughed.

"I'm not sure kissing you while you're like this would be a good idea." When your expression becomes comically crestfallen- bordering on a pout- he just shakes his head and leans in to kiss the unburnt part of your face. "But we can always just relax inside with some ice cream. That sound good?"

"Okay... but I demand a rain check on those kisses."

"Deal."

[peachyys-posts]

TW:past abuse?

You were watching everyone else celebrate Christmas. You never really celebrated it even in this new life,you kept the old habit of not doing anything special. You went to one of the rooms and sat down to watch the night sky.

North must’ve seen you leave because he walked in after a couple of minutes to check up on you. “Little one”, his Russian accent distracting you from looking at the sky. “Why did you leave? Was it too loud?”, north always checked up on you a bit too much but always with good intentions. “No it wasn’t loud just wanted to be alone for a while”,you try to ease his worries. He must’ve seen something was wrong. I mean why else would you leave? He walks over to you and sits next to you. You both enjoyed the silence for a few minutes. North lets out a soft sigh, “I may be old but I’m not blind to see when a child is upset.” You look up with irritation. “ I’m not a child.” You said with a huff. “many of the guardians you are. you are younger than us much”, he quickly explained as to not aggravate you. “Please tell me what’s wrong,maybe I can help…”,he gently says as you look at the ground. You couldn’t help but to feel embarrassed but you knew that in order to move on from the past.

“It isn’t a big deal but…”,you started off hesitant to tell him but you push forward. “When I was younger,I didn’t live in a good home. I wasn’t allowed to get presents because I wasn’t good enough for them. I probably was a bad kid but…it still sucked”,you don’t look up at north but you could feel north looking at you. You thought for a second he would laugh and joke about you being a troublemaker but all you got was silence.

You blinked away the building up tears,you didn’t understand why you were crying. Maybe it was embarrassment or maybe it was just good to say something about it even if it was small. You try not to think about it before you could spiral into it,North…hugs you. Not a side hug but a full on hug that felt comforting. “I am sorry for that…you are good enough”,he softly says as he gently pets your head. Usually you would be irritated but this time it felt nice.

You and north stayed there talking until you started to feel tired…you must’ve fell asleep because you felt yourself being picked up by someone and heard small quiet whispers before being but into a soft bed. Must’ve been one of the smaller guest rooms North made for you after you expressed being uncomfortable with the original bigger “guest” room he put you in.

When you woke up, went to the bathroom to take a shower,stumbling through the dark…when you came back you turned on the light to fully see what you’re doing and see green and red gifts by your bed. You see a large bear and a large bear on your bed that was there when you woke up. At first you were confused before remembering your conversation with north the night before.

He must’ve done this when you were asleep and in the bathroom. You couldn’t help but to smile for what he done. Maybe it was finally time to let that habit die.

[zafirosreverie]

Little North Star (North x f!reader)

It started with the footprints.

You had come home from work, tired and annoyed, only to find a pair of snow boot prints, too large to belong to anyone you knew, especially since you lived alone (deep down, you thought you recognized those footprints, but ignored it for the moment).

Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of someone breaking into your house, but upon a quick inspection, you saw that there were no broken windows or forced locks, so you figured maybe someone from the courier had come and not found you and left. Whatever the case, the incident was out of your mind the moment you relaxed in your bathtub.

Then it was the wrapping paper. You hadn't decorated this year, feeling too big and too tired to get into the Christmas spirit. You weren't even going to travel home with your parents to celebrate, even when they lived at the next town, so you hadn't bothered to buy presents or decorate the house.

However, one day you found a bunch of rolls of wrapping paper and boxes with ornaments and lights. For a moment you thought you had gone crazy. You hadn't taken any of this out, it should be in the attic, not the living room. You tried to come up with a logical explanation and ended up convincing yourself that you had probably been too tired to remember bringing these things down from the attic.

Anyway, you found yourself decorating your house two days before Christmas, despite having said you wouldn't. A couple of lights and a tree with ornaments wouldn't hurt anyone, right? Plus, it was a nice way to make the house feel a little warmer and more welcoming.

You tried not to think too much about the little flashes of memories of big hands and a loud, warm laugh visiting you on Christmas Eve. You told yourself that they had just been dreams, and that was what they were.

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Then came the letter.

The night before Christmas Eve, you found a letter in your mailbox with no return address or zip code. It was just adorned in white and red with a little reindeer sticker that said "North Pole." When you opened it, you saw a recipe for cookies that you used to make as a child. They were your favorite to make with your mother for the big man of Christmas.

You smiled a little and assumed that your mother had sent you the letter in an attempt to help you get back into the Christmas spirit, and as you walked through the aisles of the supermarket, looking for the ingredients for the cookies, you couldn't help but remember the afternoons you spent talking to your mother, looking forward to a visit from Santa Claus.

Everything had been easier then, being a little girl whose only concern was to behave well so that she could receive a gift from the big guy in the red suit.

Never stop believing, little North Star.

You gasped a little and had to lean against a soup rack as memories of a man ran through your mind, a big, strong, warm, and cheerful man, who came to visit you every Christmas Eve, while the rest of the world slept.

He used to call you little North Star, and he would tell you stories of his fellow guardians, the tooth fairy, the Easter bunny, the man in the moon, and the Sandman, while his blue eyes, full of wonder and kindness, filled your soul with warmth and security.

You shook your head, trying to compose yourself as you went to the registers to pay. Deep down you knew they were just dreams, that it was your imagination as a child…but why did they feel so real?

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It was Christmas Eve, your house was decorated, the smell of freshly baked cookies filled the place, and you were sitting on the carpet, with an open gift box between your legs, your eyes full of tears and a smile too big that hurt. An early gift, the tag said.

For my little North Star to come home -N

It was him. Now you were sure of it.

No one, not even your parents, had known about this. There was one night, when he, North, had brought you a snow globe, made by himself, with a beautiful figure of his sleigh inside. So that you would always remember him, he had said.

At that moment, it had seemed easy to your child's mind to promise that you would never stop believing in Christmas, in magic, in him. But as you grew older, you convinced yourself that it had all been mere dreams, that it had not been real, and one day, you could not find the globe. Over time, you had believed that that had also been a dream, that there had never been such a gift.

And now, here it was again, in your hands.

All the memories began to flow, invading your mind with a strength and warmth you hadn't felt in years. The secret nights with North, when he told you the stories of the world, the secrets of the guardians of childhood.

He had called you his little North Star, because he always came back to you, no matter what. How could you have forgotten that you had been Santa Claus's favorite girl?!

A part of you, the part that had grown up and stopped believing, wanted to keep clinging to the idea that it was all a dream. But the biggest part of you now knew that it wasn't, that it had all been real.

How many years had you wasted, how much time wasted? How many promises had you broken? You had to do something, anything, to let North know that you remembered, that you now believed in him again.

You got up from the ground with a joy and lightness that you hadn't felt since you were a child. The illusion and magic awakening in you again as you smiled like you once had. You called your parents, bought last minute gifts and took the last train back home.

Christmas was not lost after all.

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A warm and thunderous laugh that did not seem from this world, filled your empty house in the middle of the night, while North lay on your couch and ate the cookies you had left for him, reading your letter over and over again.

Thank you, for giving me back the magic, for making me believe again.

"No, thank you, for coming back to me, little North Star" he said to himself, putting the letter in his suit.

[vexieeeee]

Detroit Become Human Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Connor:

Nothing yet...

Markus:

Nothing yet...

Kara:

Nothing yet...

North:

Nothing yet...

Hank Anderson:

Nothing yet...

[peachyys-posts]

North as a dad

Tries to be there for you

Gets you presents you actually want

Teaches you his language

Does not understand teen angst

Has a yeti watch over you if he’s not there

Calls you tiny or child or any nickname in Russian

Can and will nickname you after something you did

Teaches you how to fight

Lets you help him giving out presents

Will be more protective after/during the fight with pitch black

[xthescarletbitch]

how do you think Kara and North would deal with a pregnant reader? (like how they would treat R and feel about the baby)

these are written based on reader being in a relationship with either of them. ♡

kara

kara is so excited. she loves kids, and she loves you! don’t expect to get much done around the house because kara will already have it done by the time you wake up for the day. i also think she’d take the baby’s health and nutrition very seriously, working hard to provide you with the best foods to eat. she will educate herself on everything to do with pregnancy (that she doesn’t already know), so that she can help you out the best she can, physically, mentally, and emotionally. if there are any special cravings, best believe that kara will fulfil them for you, at any time of the day. kara is also the type of mother who will want to attend all the classes focused on motherhood, whether it's yoga or lamaze. it doesn't even matter if you go or not, she'll soak up all the information to give to you when she can. kara also wants to attend all of the appointments with you because being there for you and seeing the baby is so important to her. she feels such joy being present and proactive.

north

north is fairly neutral about babies in general, but when it comes to you, she doesn't really know how to take it. her? a mother? not something she has ever considered, but she knows she loves you, so she comes around to the idea. though, it is hard at first for her to go easier on you. sometimes it makes her a bit frustrated that you can’t do what you used to, but again, in time, she gets better. seeing how your body changes to accommodate pregnancy is such an intriguing process to her. she sees it as such a feat of strength, and admires you so much for it. north is also very protective over you. if something or someone upsets you, she’s right there, ready to take care of it. nothing will happen to you or the baby under her watch. north will have moments where she does need reassurance, though, because she fears that she’s too abrasive to be a good mother. you remind her that she’ll do great. on that note, north grows incredibly empathetic towards the pregnancy, and will sometimes wish to take the burdens off of you for just a moment. her love and respect for you are truly insurmountable.