A/N: I don't own Valkyrie or Anton. Val is decades older than the books at this point. I know this isn't great shakes, but I had a really miserable day and needed some Anton fluff. Thanks go out to BethShadows for the fave and to The-empty-masquerade for the fave and follow. NOTE: OK, decided to start uploading a whole bunch of the old one-shots and such into a fresh version of Fluffy Valduggery.

I woke up the following morning still wrapped in Anton's delicious warmth, I kept my eyes closed and burrowed into his chest. I didn't want to let my husband go. It was just one of those perfect moments where I got a glimpse of how right we were together. He moved and I felt his long silky hair brush against my face. "Morning." He said, his voice rusty with sleep.

"Morning." I said, at last lifting my head for a kiss. And I felt my heart do backflips like it always did as his lips touched mine. Anton's lips were incredibly soft and he knew exactly how to use them to release millions of butterflies into my belly. I giggled as he held me to him. "Breakfast in bed?" I offered.

"I'll make it, then we have to get to the guests."

"You stay put. I set our alarms ahead an hour so we could have some time together." I touched his chin, savouring the feeling of his slight stubble and melting from his radiant smile. I kissed him once more, then got up, belting my robe and getting out of out bedroom and over to our kitchenette before he could protest.

I got out the bowls of oatmeal we'd brought back from America, little to go ones and got out peanut butter for myself and fresh blueberries for him while I waited on the electric kettle. Then some freshly made orange juice, tea and some fresh fruit with cream. I took our trays over to our bed, happy to see Anton sitting up and watching me. "Thank you, sweetheart." He said, accepting his tray.

I got settled with mine and we toasted one another with orange juice then ate a leisurely breakfast for once. Anton sighed happily when we finished and still had time to stay in bed. He grinned at me then drew me into his arms, and back down into bed. "Let's hide in bed all day from the guests." He offered wistfully.

"I'd love that. But only because I'd get time alone with you." I said, stroking his long black hair. Anton smiled softly in reply and drew me into another kiss. We parted all too quickly, then went about getting ready for our day. It was amazing that after so many decades together we were more deeply in love than ever and I knew we were lucky.

We'd both found someone who understood us and accepted us as we were. A lot of people didn't like that, but we didn't care. We weren't married to them as Anton would remind me if it ever got under my skin. As I got the front desk in order I heard the speakers we'd recently installed in the hotel come on, one of Anton's many ways to annoy guests and grinned as Smoky Robinson came pouring into the early morning stillness.

I loved that about him. Anton played music he actually liked, and if guests dared to complain he'd just stare at them, or use that quiet voice he had to maximum effect. He knew he scared everyone but me and he was downright gleeful about it. Right now I knew he was patrolling the halls, more silent than a wraith, all the better to catch our guests unawares and put a good jump scare into them.

Don't get me wrong, he was a great host, very tender and considerate with most of our guests. But some of them he gave his undivided attention to. Especially if they hurt my feelings and from the screams of terror from the third floor, I guessed he'd cornered another one. Just another day at the Midnight Hotel.

Staying a one-shot, but I needed that.