in which...

...harry and y/n share sweet moments on their honeymoon

request: a cute honeymoon blurb? i'm feeling soft

finally some good fucking food

They both giggle as Harry stumbles over the threshold and not so gracefully leans his back against the door to balance himself. Y/N's arms tighten their hold around his neck and she hides her face in his shoulder to muffle a laugh. They are admittedly a little tipsy but it's their wedding night after all, no one's got the right to judge them. She shakes her head and smiles. It really is their wedding night. She's wearing a wedding gown. She now has a wedding band on her ring finger. And Harry's currently carrying her in true old fashioned style into the house, his arms holding her securely as he smiles with his mouth pressed to her temple. It has finally come to this. After so many years, after waiting for so long and stressing about everything. The wedding is over, the overwhelming buzz has dimmed down to a slow tickle at the bottom of their tummies and now all they have is each other. Forever.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older..." Harry sings, swinging Y/N from side to side in his arms and making her yelp, her nails digging into his shoulders, "...then we wouldn't have to wait so long..."

He slowly begins to walk inside the house, stepping on one of the cat toys and grunting in pain, before laughing it off. His lips keep brushing over the side of her face, curving into a smile every other second, too happy to be able to hide it. "And wouldn't it be nice to live together..." As they approach their bedroom, Harry manages to dim the lights with just his elbow, the room engulfing in a gentle glow that only adds to the romantic atmosphere he is currently creating. "...in the kind of world where we..." He sets her down on the plush white covers, getting back on his feet to just be able to admire the sight from afar, "...belong?".

"So cheesy." Y/N giggles and tries to hide from his lustful gaze by covering her face with her hands, but he just grabs a hold of her wrists and brings them up to his mouth to press gentle kisses over her skin.

"Just for you." He trails his kisses up her arm, reaching the crook of her elbow and softly biting on the skin, making Y/N pull away from the tickling sensation. He just smiles and presses a kiss to her arm. Leaning his body on top of hers, Y/N is able to admire the way the low glimmer of the lights accentuate his features, making every single freckle and indent in his face perfectly visible. She wants to trace over them and kiss every single one all night long.

"Pretty." She whispers and Harry looks a little taken aback at first, before he just chuckles, way too accustomed to the compliment at this point.

"Am I?" He hums and leans up to pepper kisses across her cheeks, making them hurt from smiling so much. "Always did call me pretty. Starting to believe you're overestimating me."

"Never." Y/N whispers and her fingers reach for his, interlocking their hands, the newly acquired wedding bands feeling a little odd yet familiar between them. "You're the prettiest to me."

"Like a flower?" Harry pouts slightly and his bottom lip juts out, looking plump and wet and perfect to kiss and just...pretty.

"The prettiest flower." Y/N nods before leaning up to catch him by surprise with a kiss, which he gladly accepts, smiling into it. Their teeth clash together but they don't even mind it, too drunk on the feeling to think about anything else.

"You're the prettiest flower here, love." He whispers, his nose brushing against hers, bumping them playfully. "I'm merely a bumblebee always chasing after such a pretty little flower as you."

Y/N can't help but snort at the comparison, "You're the worst."

"And yet you're stuck with me." Harry grins, fingers reaching up to brush some hair away from her face, slipping the white material of her dress over her shoulder, revealing more skin for him to worship and admire. "Forever."

Y/N's breath hitches for just a moment, enough for him to notice it and to place a kiss to her newly exposed skin in silent comfort. Reassuring her that he's here, and he's here to stay. That he's never leaving and she'll never have to face another day on her own. The future is bright ahead of them and it holds nothing but the best. There won't be another cold morning or a dull evening spent in solitude, it's always going to be the two of them. Together.

"Promise?" Y/N exhales as Harry's kisses never cease, sealing them across her skin, letting them carry the promise he's made to her, to always protect her and be by her side until his dying breath. And he plans on fulfilling that promise.

Harry leans away in order to look into her eyes as he searches for any hidden meaning they might hold. They're as curious as ever, holding his gaze with the need of confirmation, searching for an answer that they already know but need to hear just one more time. And he wants to do nothing more than just that. Reassure her for the rest of his life of his promise. "I swear it."

They both seem to breathe a little easier after that, their chests rising and falling steadily as Harry's fingers don't rush when they trail behind her back in order to attempt to undo the zip of her dress. It's a mess of limbs and clothes, a game of kisses and cheesy confessions and breathy giggles. But they wouldn't have it any other way.

Harry's eyes begin to well with tears of joy as he glances down at her. His person. His other half. Bound together for eternity. To love and cherish each other. He smiles through the tears and whispers, "For I am yours,"

Y/N bites her bottom lip, swallowing down the lump in her throat and smiling up at Harry as her thumb traces over the wedding band secured on his ring finger. Forever there to stay. "and you are mine."