Holland, Osterfield and Peter Parker Oneshots

harry holland fluff

It was moments like these you would never forget. The feeling of the cool London breeze hitting your skin, goosebumps illuminated by the fire crackling in front of you. The warmth of the flames added to that of your boyfriend's arms that were draped around you as you lay in a hammock. His grip was gentle enough for you to breathe but tight enough to remind you he was still there. The comforting smell of smoke drifting through the night, ever so slightly getting drowned out by Harry's signature scent every time you nuzzled your head deeper into his chest.

His fingers slid underneath your shirt easily, tracing light shapes on your bare skin as he occasionally placed sweet kisses on your temple. Your index finger traced his free palm, working its way up each of his fingers before ultimately lacing your hands together.

"What're you thinkin' about?" he asked softly over the crackling of the flames, brushing a piece of your hair out of your face.

"Mmm you," you hummed, looking up at him with a sweet smile. He smiled back, and after years of being with him you were positive the redness of his cheeks wasn't from the heat of the fire. You leaned up to kiss the redness of both of his cheeks before tucking yourself back comfortably into his arms.

"Can I ask you something?" you questioned in a whisper, propping your chin on his chest to look back at him.

"Of course, angel."

"Where do you see yourself in the future?"

"Well honestly I'm just trying to make it until Friday," he joked, making a forced chuckle fall from your lips, a real one following quickly after.

"Quit it, Robert," you laughed, smacking his chest playfully, making his laugh join yours, "I'm serious."

"Hmmm well, I see myself with you," he started after all the giggles died down, "a different kind of ring on this little finger right here." He pulled your hand up to his lips, kissing your ring finger where your promise ring sat. You bit your lip, squeezing his hand before carefully turning your body over so you were positioned quite literally right on top of him. You pressed a light kiss to his lips, unable to hold back the smile that curled at the corners of your mouth.

"Tell me more," you mumbled against his lips, "Where would we live?"

"'S nice here yeah?" he whispered, earning a nod from you, "but I don't know kinda want to get away from dumb and dumber in there." He pointed to the house, referring to Tom and Harrison, a breathy chuckle leaving his lips as your hand met his chest once more.

"Stop it, you know you'd miss them. I like it here," you nodded, tracing your thumb over the star-shaped birthmark above his lip, "It's quiet, safe, good for kids..." you trailed off. Harry smiled up at you.

"A whole lot of 'em," he confirmed, "maybe we'll even have twins."

"I don't mean to be a heartbreaker but the twin gene would have to come from me," you laughed, making Harry frown.

"Well we'll work harder then yeah?" he suggested.

"Sure baby," you nodded, holding in your laughter and pecking his lips.

"Can we get a dog?" you asked, laying your head on his chest, "I think I'll miss Tessa too much when we move out of here."

"Anything you want, angel." You let out a content hum, squeezing his hand three times gently. He tapped your hip a few times, whispering a small hey into the air causing you to look up at him.

"Yeah?" you asked, leaning into his touch as his hand trailed down your cheek.

"I love you, so much."

"I love you too H," you smiled, leaning forward to connect to your lips once more. Small pecks first before lodging your hand in his soft curls and deepening the kiss causing soft moans to leave both of your mouths.

"Oi, lovebirds! Is it safe to come to sit by the fire? Or are you busy making us Uncles?" Tom called from the door, a hand clapped over his eyes. You separated from Harry a giggle slipping past your lips as Harry rolled his eyes.

"Oh fuck off," Harry grumbled in response, his cheeks burning, "definitely need to move away from here."