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willowbird · 3 years

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Hello! Can I request andreil Christmas morning with the foxes? Or just them?

Yes, yes you can <33

(Technically I have one more prompt before this one, but consider this my contribution to your asks for happy things~)

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Sleepy, cozy mornings were a new thing for Neil. Not that he’d never been tired in the morning, or had never been warm and comfortable. There was a difference. Sleepy, for one, implied a certain level of inherent safety and lack of urgency that even throughout his entire first year with the Foxes he had never had the luxury of. Similarly, cozy was a foreign notion to him that carried a downy reassurance of safety he’d never been privileged enough to even consider.

Right now, though? Right now he was basking in what was decidedly a sleepy, cozy morning.

Light was filtering through the slatted blinds of Andrew’s bedroom in the house in Columbia like ghost-breath, pale and ephemeral in the early morning. Neil’s eyes were open, but only just, and his mind was so peacefully blank that he spent what could have been ten minutes and could have been a full hour just watching the light steadily warm and brighten, igniting the floating specks of dust like tiny fireworks in a celebration of such unfathomable ease. Behind him were the low, steady cadences of Andrew’s breathing against his shoulder and his heartbeat against his spine -- a duet that Neil idly thought he’d be happy to play on repeat for the rest of his life.

So yeah, he was cozy. He was sleepy. He was... happy. And he was content to bask in that for as long as he could. Stray thoughts filtered through the haze of his only half-awake mind, none of them sticking, none of them elevating his own heart rate above its slow, relaxed beat. It was more that he just... noticed things, then let them go. He noticed the shifting of the light, he noticed the creaking of the house, he noticed that warm, pleased feeling that pulsed in his chest and spread all the way down to each finger and each toe when Andrew sighed and nuzzled his face against his shoulder, the arm around his waist tightening slightly.

He allowed himself to wake slowly, and when he did feel alert and fully conscious, he remained in place to bask just a little bit longer anyway.

“Hn..”

Behind him, Andrew made a small, sleepy noise of his own and tightened his arm around him again, fully hiding his face against the back of Neil’s neck. Since Andrew couldn’t see him anyway, Neil didn’t bother hiding the smile the action conjured.

“Morning,” he offered in greeting, knowing the difference between Andrew’s unconscious movements and signs that he was actually awake but resisting it.

“Too early.” Andrew’s response was muffled, grumbled as it was against Neil’s skin, but decipherable.

Neil shifted slightly, and Andrew instantly loosened his hold so that Neil could roll onto his side to face him. As much as he enjoyed being held by Andrew sometimes, it was still his favorite to lay facing him. He liked to be able to look at him, to watch his face and see the way light brought out new hues in his hazel eyes. They were almost green this morning, but flecked with brown that flashed gold when he narrowed his eyes into a glare.

“What?” Andrew accused.

Neil debated telling Andrew that he was beautiful, that getting to see his face first thing in the morning was his favorite thing about waking up in Columbia, that if it was the last thing he saw he’d count it worth it every single time.

Instead he shrugged and said, “Nothing.”

Andrew’s glare narrowed and by the accusatory glance at Neil’s mouth, Neil supposed he must be smiling or making some other offensive expression that he knew Andrew must either like more or even less than he said, considering how often he would kiss it away.

Not this morning, though, which was preferable. Neil loved kissing Andrew. He did not like the particular vintage of ass that occurred first thing in the morning before either of them had a chance to brush their teeth.

By the annoyed sigh Andrew made, Neil supposed he had come to the same conclusion. He didn’t resist when Andrew put his whole hand on Neil’s face to push it into the pillow, only humming in an amused way that he knew would annoy the other man. Andrew was already rolling out of bed when Neil heard the scoff that told him he’d succeeded on that point.

Pleased with himself, Neil took an extra few moments to stretch, burying his face into Andrew’s pillow and inhaling deeply, allowing himself to go a little light-headed on the rush he got when his senses were flooded with Andrew’s scent. Andrew was gone by the time he’d fully roused himself and was back by the time Neil had changed out of his pajamas and into some lounge pants and a fresh t-shirt. They didn’t have any real plans for the day that he knew of and he was planning to hold onto this cozy feeling for as long as possible even if the sleepy bit had faded.

Andrew was waiting for him in the hallway when Neil got out of the bathroom, holding a red bundle of knitted fabric in his hands. When Neil only raised an eyebrow, Andrew shoved it at his chest and said, “Nicky’s stupid tradition.”

Neil might have asked, except that he could now see that Andrew had pulled on a sweater over the shirt he’d been wearing when Neil had entered the bathroom. It was dark green with a gold and white tree on it, loopy knitted lettering proclaiming ‘Happy Holidays!’ with aggressive cheer. Now he knew he was grinning, and he didn’t even press a hand to his mouth to hide and cover it, because it felt nothing like his father’s smile. This was something entirely different, born of shock and awe and humor and affection in a combination Neil didn’t think he’d ever actually experienced before.

“Put yours on before you come down,” Andrew ordered with a flat expression Neil didn’t believe for an instant. “I do not want to listen to Nicky’s whining.”

Then he turned and marched down the stairs, where Neil realized he could hear the sounds of quietly chipper holiday music and the rustle of bodies moving around.

Neil looked down at the bundle in his hands and shook it out to see the design. He wasn’t sure whether to laugh or groan at the image, which was probably the ugliest-looking rendition of a reindeer he’d ever seen in his life. Neil would never say that he had an eye for fashion or art, but this was just... sad. The shade of the nose was just slightly darker than the background of the sweater and he was pretty sure the animal was cross-eyed.

Ah well, it wasn’t like he’d have to look at it if he was wearing it. With a shake of his head, he tugged it on and turned to head downstairs. At least it was warm. It was also big on him and knitted with something soft, so if Neil were to call it anything, he might say it was... cozy.

“Neil!” Nicky cheered from the stove when Neil entered the kitchen. He was wearing a bright green sweater with an elf on it. Or at least, he thought it was an elf. To his knowledge, elves didn’t wear purple eyeshadow, but hey -- he wasn’t here to judge. “You wore it! I knew it was the perfect sweater for you.”

Neil raised an eyebrow and tugged on the sweater, looking down at it. “Huh. It’s that Christmas deer, right? Randolph?” he asked, full well knowing the correct name. He’d lived on the run for half his life, not under a rock.

Nicky made a pained, whimpering sound. “Dead. I’m dead. You’ve killed me. Neil, don’t... don’t tell me you’ve never heard of... of Rudolph..?”

Neil looked up at him and affixed something between innocence and confusion on his face. “Isn’t that the guy who makes that snowman. Uh. Freezy or something?”

“Frosty! No, he--”

“Nicky, he’s fucking with you.” This from Aaron, who had no right to ruin his fun when he was sitting there with (a distinctly cross-eyed) Santa Claus on his own sweater. Why did all of these characters have a vision impairment?

Nicky looked from Aaron to Neil, who just shrugged and moved to make himself a cup of coffee.

“Aww Neil, you asshole,” Nicky whined, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the grin on his face as he turned back to the stove, where he was just finishing up the bacon. It appeared to be the last thing on the menu, because the table was already laden with every single breakfast food Neil could fathom. Three different kinds of eggs, toast, waffles, sausages, biscuits -- it was a regular feast and Neil’s stomach rumbled at the sight.

“Wow Nicky, what’s with the spread. Did I forget someone’s birthday or something?” Neil asked as he took his usual spot next to Andrew, who’d been watching the whole previous exchange over the rim of his own coffee cup.

Nicky turned around with the plate of bacon in hand, his expression stricken. “Neil you.. you do know what today is... don’t you?”

Aaron sighed and opened his mouth, then snapped it shut again and glared at Andrew, who must have kicked him. Neil bit back a smirk and frowned instead. “Uh... December twenty-fifth? Probably?” He looked toward the fridge, where Nicky’s calendar hung. The twenty-fifth was circled in green and red marker with two smiley-faces and at least six exclamation points.

“Shit, it’s your birthday isn’t it? Sorry Nicky, I forgot. I’ll make it up to--”

“It’s CHRISTMAS, Neil! Christmas!!” He set the plate down, like he needed to get it out of his hands before he dropped it. Or maybe so he could fee his hands to gesture emphatically at the sweaters they were all wearing. And the paper snowflakes in the window. And the Christmas lights strung around the cabinets. And the little snowman figurines arranged in various places around the kitchen (even the salt and pepper shakers were a Mr. and Mrs. Snowman now).

Neil followed each gesture obediently, then met Nicky’s eyes. “Oh. Is it?”

The sound that came out of Nicky was something between a scream and a sob. Neil reached across the table and pilfered a piece of bacon, munching on it as the twins also started to fill their plates and Nicky pulled himself back together again.

This time, it was Andrew that took pity on his cousin.

“Neil knows what and when Christmas is, Nicky.”

Nicky looked from Andrew to Neil, then to Aaron (who rolled his eyes and took two extra links of sausage), before finally settling his gaze back on Neil.

Neil blinked at him, then smiled -- because.. well, he couldn’t think of a reason not to, and wasn’t that a weird reason to smile? Instead of commenting on any of that he stole two sausages directly off of Aaron’s plate and put them on Nicky’s, ignoring the affronted cursing from the other man.

“Merry Christmas, Nicky,” he said pointedly, then went about loading his own plate.

Neil had never thought much about Christmas before, it just hadn’t been anywhere close to his list of things to worry about. But now... now that he was able to think about things that, well, that weren’t worries he thought that maybe it was something he could kinda get used to. Maybe it was something he could like -- especially if it meant sleepy, cozy mornings and times like this, where he could be so comfortable, so happy, in the circle of his family.

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sweetlangdon · 5 years

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Could you you pls write about dad!Michael baby's first Christmas 💗

Dad!Michael is the absolute cutest and involves some of my favorite headcanons, so I’ll gladly write a little bit. For context, this is set in the same ‘verse as Lights and Chaos Has Won. Also…this became a lot longer than I planned.

First Christmas (Michael Langdon x Reader)

You wake up late on Christmas morning, momentarily gripped by panic as you sit up in an empty bed with sheets that have grown colder than you remember before you finally fell asleep last night. Sliding out of bed, you shiver at the chilly floor under your feet, old floorboards creaking under your toes. Gone are the days in your tiny apartment; you miss it, sometimes, but this house is wonderful and old and charming. You slip on a robe, cinching around your waist, and by the time you’re halfway down the hall, the cat is already around your ankles trying to trip you.

“Merry Christmas to you, too,” you tell him as you try not to fall headfirst down the stairs. He’s slowed a little in his old age, but he’s no less mischievous and clingy. (At least Michael hasn’t had to make the tree levitate in a few years.)

You hear Michael’s deep, soft voice drifting toward you as you near the living room. The house is decorated from top to bottom—lights and garland and ornaments and ribbon and little snowman figurines on tables with tufts of fake snow. Michael’s enthusiasm for holiday decorating surprised even you, this year.

But then again, you suppose he now had one very special reason why.

You wander into the living room as quietly as you can manage so you don’t disturb them, even though you know Michael is always keenly, preternaturally aware of your presence.

Your heart fucking melts at the sight of them.

Michael—ex-Antichrist, who walked off the path of destruction and chaos and became a permanent fixture in your life, your partner and maybe soulmate, on your best days together—stands in front of the lit up tree, hips swaying absently, while he points to the assortment of wrapped gifts beneath it. (He still won’t wear the Santa hat, or the ugly Christmas sweaters, and you’ve pretty much given up trying at this point.)

He’s wearing nothing but a loose pair of dark red pants, a small bundle cradled protectively against his bare chest. Some part of you thinks he looks angelic standing there, long blond hair sweeping across the muscles in his back (he’d grown it out in the last few years), haloed by the multicolored lights on the tree. You hear the soft cooing and babbling from your son, not even three months old yet; his small, chubby fingers curled against Michael’s shoulder as Michael continues to speak in hushed tones to him.

You finally settle at his side and his face brightens. Your son, all luminous, blond curls and wide blue eyes and rosy, cherubic cheeks, peers up at you in what you assume is fond recognition. He’s wearing pajamas with little snowmen on them, wrapped in a pale blue blanket that he’s already started to weasel his way out of.

“Merry Christmas,” you tell them both as Michael kisses your forehead. Your son’s fingers instantly latch onto your own, and you smile down at him, humming.

“He woke me up,” Michael says. “Actually, the cat woke me up first…must’ve heard him crying. I thought I’d let you sleep in.”

“Sleep is the Christmas gift that keeps on giving.” You laugh. “Thank you.” You watch Michael, who’s staring down at his son, grinning wide and still swaying on his feet. “You’re doing it again, you know.”

“What?” Michael’s eyebrow lifts, head tilted to one side.

“Rocking him,” you say. “You didn’t even notice, did you?”

“I did not,” he drawls, and scrunches his nose at the little face watching his every movement, and you kind of want to burst into tears on the spot. You can barely believe this is the same man you dragged off the street all those years ago. “What do you think, little guy? Should we make it snow for Mommy?”

Michael cradles your son with one strong hand holding him tightly to his chest; you know there he’ll be safe and warm and loved. You notice the fluid motion of Michael’s fingers, his chin tilted up to the ceiling. Out of all your Christmas traditions, you think this one is your favorite.

A light dusting of snow begins to fall in your living room. Graceful, feathery flakes swirl in a light wind to flutter onto the tree and gifts nestled underneath. You feel them gather in your hair and brush against your skin. The cat tries to swat at the snowflakes as they drift by.

You’re definitely crying now.

You press a kiss into Michael’s bare shoulder and then lace your fingers between his, both of you marveling at the snow and your son, whose eyelids are now drooping as he falls asleep against Michael’s chest.

He’s too tiny to remember this first Christmas, but you know that both you and Michael will.

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hot-mysticc-mess-blog · 6 years

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RFA+ Minor Trio Pile O’ Christmas Head Canons

A nice responsible writer would have parsed out several ideas and spaced them out throughout the month to provide you a fun and cohesive festive experience, but you have me and so you get this on Christmas Eve Eve Eve

Yoosung

Gets super flustered at the idea of kissing you under the mistletoe

Misses so many opportunities to actually kiss you because of it

Spends all night one night leading you awkwardly toward the mistletoe at a family party

ALL THE DECORATIONS

You guys even decorate his LOLOL chair with a wreath on the back

For Yoosung, Christmas means spending a lot of time with his family

You guys spend Christmas Eve and Christmas Day at his parents' house and both of you end up helping make dinner and tidying up for when all the cousins arrive

He likes to pretend he enjoys the snow, but he just likes the idea of snow.

The two of you go out to make a snowman after the first snowfall and he helps for the first ten minutes before he gets cold and just becomes the person who brings things out from inside

Drinking hot cocoa together on the couch while you watch Christmas movies makes him very happy

Seven makes a joke about you wearing Santa lingerie, and Yoosung spontaneously remembers it several times throughout the day. He turns BEET RED every. single. time.

Jumin

First: He is that guy who points out that Jesus’ birthday was not in December and that Christmas primarily functions as a secular holiday to promote commercialism. This is basically canon

He really likes kissing you, but is generally wary of putting kissing plants among large groups of people

So the first couple years you’re together, he puts up mistletoe in the doorway to his bedroom and is just careful to make sure no one but you and him ever get caught under it together

The office does not get decorated for Christmas

No, you cannot...well, maybe you can put the tiny Christmas tree in his office

Totally lets you put the tiny Christmas tree in his office

He is more lenient about the penthouse, especially if it makes you particularly happy, but his preference is just put up one large Christmas tree and decorate it with an elegant theme, all matching ornaments, single strand of white lights

You can win him over by getting him a Christmas ornament with vertical stripes

Things get really busy around the holidays, but if you ever mention you like snow you will be whisked off on a Christmas vacation up to a ski resort

He owns the cabin, he is mediocre at skiing, but he never goes up to do anything with it.

Jumin Han, much like Valentine’s Day, takes Christmas as an opportunity to shower you with expensive gifts

He, on the other hand, has everything and is very uninterested in Christmas gifts. He usually asks that you give him a handwritten letter instead

Which you do. He also appreciates any other gift you give him, of course, but what really makes him happy is if you give him something extra that you made yourself.

Then he loves and cherishes it forever, to the point of being ridiculous.

Jaehee

You put a secret sprig of mistletoe in the storage closet as a cute Christmas joke

...she just never took it down

Christmas drink specials!

Her personal favorite is gingerbread coffee

She likes Christmas decorations but prefers simple ones like white lights and snowflakes

The cafe gets decorated for the holiday season, but usually, just with paper snowflakes the two of you stayed up late to make and some blue tinsel

Never really had any good Christmas memories, especially not of picking out a Christmas tree

You guys get a fake tree. It’s more cost-effective and better for the environment

The two of you get a simple set of ornaments for the tree, and pick out a couple of fun personalized ones

The tree looks a little bare the first year, but you promise that the two of you will collect more each year

And you do. Every year you get more ornaments, as gifts, or from the occasional trip to the supermarket. Every year putting up the tree becomes a trip down memory lane

The coffee shop is doing well comparatively, but you two are still short on money. So, you two both exchange one, small, meaningful gift every year and just enjoy each other’s company

“This is the best Christmas I’ve ever had,” she says every single year.

Zen

Loves mistletoe

Is genuinely a little weird about it

Takes you to places that specifically have mistletoe, guides you to the mistletoe

Put up a sprig in his usual rehearsal studio so he could show you off to all his castmates

Likes to decorate a little, and will help you decorate if that’s what makes you happy, but prefers it to look nice

It doesn’t need to be color-coordinated like Jumin’s penthouse, but it can’t be a complete disaster

How many ridiculous winter ClickChat filters are there for to take selfies with? There’s an equation for it and it’s the number of selfies Zen takes divided by four

Zen goes to A LOT of holiday parties in December as he gains more and more popularity. As much as he loves parties, these are by far his favorite because he’s allowed to bring you with him.

Zen likes to take you for walks when it snows or shortly after, so the two of you can enjoy the scenery together

Nothing makes him happier than having you by his side on Christmas Day

“I finally get to spend Christmas with my girlfriend and my family, all wrapped up in one beautiful package.”

Saeyoung

It takes you a long time to get Saeyoung into the Christmas spirit

He spends most of the season depressed about it. You try not push him.

Instead, when he’s having a bad day, you bring him treats and offer to snuggle.

It makes him feel a little better.

Over the years, he is willing to get more into Christmas, especially with Saeran there and surprisingly receptive to celebrating.

Saeyoung and Saeran like to watch the old movies and mock them

Saeyoung also gets unreasonably invested in the bad Christmas rom-coms, but his favorite movies are the Home Alone series.

You guys start out with the tiniest little fake tree from the store, and you convince him to buy tiny ornaments for it (not that you have to do too much convincing, those things are adorable)

He SHOWERS Saeran in Christmas presents, and you do everything you can to help him.

You all order take-out on Christmas and eat it all together while playing Cards Against Humanishness

Sometime during the month you also make sure to have a day out, Saeran, Saeyoung and you go to the zoo in the morning (Saeran really likes looking at all the animals), in the afternoon you guys go ice skating, and you finish the evening with ridiculous Christmas carol karaoke

For Saeyoung, it’s really important to him that Christmas is about family. His real family, the people who work hard to love and care for each other no matter what, the people it took him years to find.

Saeran

You teach Saeran everything about Christmas, but you make sure to let him know he doesn’t have to get you a gift

He’s been through a lot and you want to make sure his first real Christmas is all of the fun and as few of the stresses as possible

You marathon Christmas movies. He spends the entire month of December basically glued to the TV screen

He finds it frustrating that Santa’s lore varies depending on the movie or show

He and Saeyoung are in agreement that Santa is super creepy and probably a spy

You still sneak out of the bedroom on Christmas morning and put out an extra present for each of them.

They still don’t believe it was from Santa, but Saeran gives you a soft smile.

You and Saeyoung as Saeran what he would like for Christmas dinner. You all ended up having ice cream.

Saeran is torn between being edgy and wanting warm cozy sweaters.

His favorite present is a black sweater with a skull on it you bought him one year

During one of his first Christmases post-Mint Eye he put coal in Saeyoung’s stocking

He thought it was the funniest thing he had ever done

V/Jihyun

“Oh MC, it looks like we’ve been caught under the mistletoe.” He presses a loving kiss to your lips

That’s about it. He’s pretty normal when it comes to mistletoe

Takes you to Midnight Mass at a new favorite church he had to find after his ex-fiancee became a cult-starting man

You also have to sit through an awkward family dinner, but that’s far less meaningful for both of you

Is more than okay with decorating however you want and, though he’s better than he used to be years ago, reminds you of that more often than is really necessary.

If you ask what he wants though, he’ll inevitably end up with a tacky Santa Statue and one of those Precious Moments figurines nativity scenes

He prefers a real tree because he really likes the way it smells. He’s super attentive about watering and caring for it.

Has been fretting about your gift for the last month and a half. Jumin is starting to get frustrated

Will not sing Christmas carols, but thinks it is the cutest thing he has ever seen when you do it

Does a Christmas portrait of you, and you use it as the photo to send out for the RFA’s Christmas cards

Vanderwood

He ignores the mistletoe. Unless you make a fuss about it, he will not acknowledge the mistletoe. If you make a fuss about the mistletoe, he will begrudgingly let you kiss him

Secretly enjoys it if you give him a quick kiss when you pass under a sprig, though

Really, doesn’t acknowledge most Christmas decorations, unless it’s something like a huge light up tree or strange snowman blow up on top of a building you see as you drive down the highway, then he spares a brief glance of disgust

Will put up small amounts of Christmas lights if you ask. It’s not that he doesn’t like them, they’re just...so much work.

He found the perfect Christmas gift for you 8 months ago while on a mission and has been hiding it with his emergency flee-the-country cash and all his alias paperwork

He does his best to try and be home for Christmas every year, but just in case, he always insists you make Christmas Day plans with the RFA and just comes with you if he happens to be home.

Vanderwood both a) happens to be really good at building gingerbread houses and b) happens to really like making them

You two usually clear off your dining room table and make them together.

Is partial to gingerbread tea

For the most part, he views Christmas as a holiday for you. If his December turns out poorly, then it’s just another month. Unlike him, you have a light in your eyes still. There’s a part of you that sees magic in Christmas, and he wants to keep that part safe.

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littledraga · 6 years

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Figures in Love Advent calendar day 4

@memegitek day 4 of promnisac2017 Decorating!

Gentle blue eyes stared intently at the figures in front of him. A tiny village was strewn about on the counter, white fluff laid out beneath them. Houses and shops stood in the back, still in their boxes, but the people and trees were laying about haphazardly as Prompto tried to decide how he wanted the village to look. He toyed with the trees and benches, trying to make a park first. Once he was happy with his little park he looked at the rest and frowned.

"I need more trees." Huffing, he dug through a box hoping he had forgotten some, Ignis voice reminded him.

"Prompto, you bought every box on the shelf, I think you'll have to make due." Crossing his arms, Prompto glared down at the trees, trying to will more into existence. When that failed he went through to see how many he could do without. Whining he sunk to his knees settling at eye level with his unmade village. Fluffy garland drapped around his shoulders as Ignis stood behind him, looking over at his work.

"Love, why don't you try setting up the buildings first? Build it like you would a real village and maybe inspiration will find you." Leaning down to press a kiss into Prompto's hair he was off again, there was still the rest of the house to prepare after all.

Sighing to himself, Prompto took his boyfriend's advice, clearing away the small pieces to start with the houses and shops. A candy shop next to the baker, of course, he thought. The houses were in the middle, so nothing was far away, he thought that was important. The firehouse was by the toy shop. Looking at his buildings, Prompto gave a satisfied nod. It was a good village, but what was a village without people. They were next, some held hands, walking through a perfect wonderland, some ran through the snow. A child pulled a sled, carrying what must be her favorite bear to stare into the toy shop. Another was making a snowman in front of the station. When one refused to stand he groaned and pressed it into the fake snow.

"Fine, you lay there and make snow angels." Behind him Ignis chuckled to himself, tying a bow to the banister. Next, there were the trees, some needed to go to the village, and as much as he already missed his little park, he had to admit the village looked much homier with them there. It was a worthy sacrifice.

With the leftover benches and trees, Prompto built his park. Placing them around each other, his brows raised and a grin spread, lighting up his face. Moving everything, he called to his boyfriend.

"Iggy! Iggy, look. If I," he moved the last tree into place, "move them like this, I have room for that ice rink I saw at the mall." Turning to face Ignis before he had even made his way over, Prompto looked up at Ignis through his lashes. It was a look he knew Ignis found how to resist.

Looking over Prompto's shoulder, Ignis let out a sigh. He could never understand his boyfriend's obsession with making small villages, but if it made him happy, it was hard to say no. Nodding his head, he had to catch the small blond as he launched himself into his arms, giggling.

At the mall Prompto was dragging Ignis, nearly running through the common ways to the little shop at the back of the building.

"Come on! We gotta hurry, Iggy!" Trying not to laugh at his boyfriend, Ignis pulled Prompto to him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Relax, Prompto. I'm sure it will still be there by the time we get there, no need to rush." Prompto blushed at the affection, he wasn't sure he would ever get used to public displays of affection, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy them. With a nod, he turned and slowed his pace to something almost reasonable.

Prompto gave a small sound of happiness as he stepped foot into the store. The front was a full display of villages and other figurines. Tables and shelves lined the walls and filled the room, leaving little more than a walkway to the back half of the store where the merchandise was held.

As Prompto fluttered about the displays, Ignis thought to remind him they had a goal in mind, but the way the colours danced across and lit up his face kept him to enraptured to find the words.

Eventually, the blond managed to find the skating rink he had wanted last time, but Ignis had held firm that it was much too large for the space he was using. It was nearly as large as a serving dish, a frozen pond that sung a quiet tune. Skaters glided along the frozen water with ease, as small lamps lit their way. On a bench sat an old man who looked to tell stories to anyone who would listen. It truly was a beautiful piece.

Watching the skaters Prompto gave a content sigh, eyes drifting to the skaters to the figures that hung around it. Nearly every figure was a couple in love, holding hands or sharing chaste kisses, the blond nearly swooned at the sight. At least until he realized something was missing.

“They’re all straight, Iggy.” The smile he had on from the second he walked through the door had fallen as he pouted at the small figures. Mostly people didn’t have much to say about someone not being straight so he forgot it wasn't something others saw has normal, or even just frequent enough to be in a tiny fake village. Feeling Ignis pressing into his back, looking over his shoulder, he leaned back, just a fraction.

“Hm, it’s a large shop, maybe we have simply missed them?” Ignis thought aloud, though he hardly believed the words himself. Gently guiding Prompto along to the back, they found the set they were looking for and much of his earlier enthusiasm returned. Talking with the cashier, who seemed nearly as interested in the rink as Prompto, they didn’t notice as Ignis looked around the store. Until two sets of eyes fell upon him.

As Ignis turned, he saw two sets of puppy dog eyes turned toward him. In an instant, he knew he was doomed. Leaving the store, he carried a box to make a shelf, and Prompto was nearly hidden behind his boxes of figures and houses. Ignis swears he will not be putting up the shelf, he still has the rest of the house to complete, Prompto can handle a shelf.

A week later Ignis has finally fixed the shelf that Prompto had tried to make, discovering many of the pieces never made it home with them. It took Prompto another three to get the placements the way he could live with, though Ignis would swear for the rest of the season figures were moving throughout the day.

Once it was finished Prompto stood back to admire his work. Each shelf was it’s own tiny village, though none of them were the same. Listening to his ice rink, Prompto hummed along as he looked over his villages, frowning slightly at the happy couples. They were lovely in their own right, but it just felt off. He had tried to set single figures together to look like the others. Two women walking together, or two men next to each other on the bench. They didn’t look convincing in his mind.

Warm arms wrapped around his middle, pulling him back to lean fully into Ignis’ chest and he let out a small laugh. As he made to wrap his hands around Ignis’ own, he saw a small box. Tilting his head up, and kissing his boyfriend’s chin he murmured, “What’s in the box?”

“You could always open it up and see.” Kissing Prompto’s forehead, he pressed the box into his hands. Carefully opening the box, he nearly dropped it once he saw what was inside. Taking the figure out as gently as he could, he turned it slowly in his hands. Two young men, walking hand in hand. The blond leaning against a brown hair bespectacled man.

Turning, Prompto wrapped his arms as tight as he could around Ignis, sniffling slightly. As he tried not to cry, Ignis gently carded his hand through Prompto’s hair.

“When you noticed there were no couples like us I went on a search for one. Unfortunately, I was left wanting. So I decided to order a creation just for us.” Pressing a kiss into soft hair, Ignis let himself rest there.

“It’s perfect, Ignis. Thank you.” Once Ignis was able to extract himself from Prompto, he gently urged him to place his newest figure. It sat on the counter, not in the village, but in the park by the rink. Hand in hand the two lovers watched as people danced across the ice. Maybe next year they would join in the fun.

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