summary: small collection of three tiny drabbles based on both the holiday season and holiday music.
notes: on the holidays i like to write short drabbles based on lyrics of popular christmas songs. the drabbles are like small snippets of their day--they're not meant to give a ton of context before them. but they're cute and fluffy as the hopeless romantic in me adores. i hope you do too.
i've also added a playlist on the top of all the songs. so, even when it isn't the season, you can still feel like it's christmas.
" nothing lights my fire or wraps me up, baby, like you do; just want a cozy, a cozy little christmas here with you "
â...What are you doing here?â The stunned question is pulled out of Cheânyaâthe trickster so rarely caught by surprise.
Neige stands at the door with a smile warmer than the Cloverâs delicious hot cocoa. Heâs pushing his hood back, sunglasses tipped forward and a bag slung over his shoulder.
âChe-kun, I hope you donât mind that Iâve dropped by.â Entirely unannounced , is unspoken but he can see the apologetic look in the otherâs eyes. He was supposed to be clear across Twisted Wonderland for some sort of holiday themed jobâa Christmas special for a talk show, he believed. âI realized halfway to the airport I would much rather spend my holiday here with you.â
Cheânyaâs confused stare lasts just a few more seconds before his tail starts to sway softly, his smile poking through. âThis is the most selfish youâve ever beenâŠâ
âIt feels strange.â Neige answers, smiling despite his words. âI donât think Iâm good at it.â
â Yet .â The beastman says, already reaching over for Neigeâs arm to bring him closer.
âYet.â The other answers as he takes it a step further and closes the distance enough to press his cold nose against Cheânyaâs cheek affectionately.
âNyaaaouch!â He exclaims at the shock of the cold thatâs a little remedied by the adoring kiss placed there soon after. Purple ears twitch happily.
âLetâs get you warm, Neige.â
" you light me up like starlight on a christmas tree, every single kiss is like a gift to me, and i love the way you decorate my heart "
Idia watches Vil who lies in front of him. He notices every detail like heâs one of Idiaâs more complicated schematicsâhe savors every single second like he needs to engrave Vil into his memory. He mentally files him under âimportantâ, tucked next to memories like the Konami Code and every song The Fates have ever performed. Except, he thinks heâs more valuable than those two things combined. And it startles him because heâs starting to be as important to him asâŠOrtho. Both Orthos.
His eyes scan down Vilâs face, observing every dip and feature and make-up and pore . His face is beautiful. More than beautiful, actually. Itâs ethereal. Itâs unreal. Just like himâŠthis feels so unreal. And with the colored Christmas lights painting his features, it feels even more like a dream. But it isnât and Vil reminds him of that every day.
His hand is hesitant at first, when he lifts it and raises it over to Vilâs face. It lingers in the air for a short second before it finally touches flawless skin. He gasps softly just because. He shouldnât be allowed to do this, but he is. He thinks heâs the last person who should have this privilege, who gets to feel the soft skin on Vilâs face. He definitely doesnât deserve the smile it gets, the pressure of Vil pushing his cheek up against his handâŠit should be someone else whoâs heart is beating miles a minute.
Idia should not deserve Vil and yet, somehow, he does.
âTell me what youâre thinking.â The other speaks, scooting closer. The blue haired boy sucks in a breath and meets the blonde halfway. His Grecian nose pressed against the otherâs button nose, he finally exhales a bit before opening his mouth to speak.
â...Y-You make me feelâŠâ He swallows, tips of blue turning a soft pink. â...like the l-luckiest otaku everâŠâ
The laugh it gets is so beautiful, Idia wished he had recorded it so that he can listen to it forever. Instead, he stores it in his brain as well.
âGet out of your own head.â Vil speaks. He feels his hand being taken by the other's before itâs placed between them. It shakes only a little in his hold. âYou bring such happiness for me. You are not the only one who feels like things are nearly like a fairytale.â
He couldnât believe it. But he does, because Vil fills him with certainty. Because of Vil's presence, his love, his kissesâŠtheyâre real. And theyâre his. He may feel like he doesnât deserve it. But he wants it. This is his. Vil is his and he is Vilâs.
" when i need a hand to hold, a hug to warm me through, would it be okay if I came home to you? "
Jadeâs long legs carry him to a familiar mirror with an urgency he has only ever felt when he needed to help Floyd out of sticky situations. And even then, the anxiety in his gut is new. It settles like whale fall and feeds emotions he has yet to confidently placeâbut he does not shy from. He canât because his body wonât let him. He canât because the boy who caused them tempts him like bait on a shiny silver hook.
He wants to take a bite. He wants to swallow it whole. And yet, all at once, he wants to be swallowed whole too.
âJadeâŠ!â Ah, there it was. His legs move even faster and yet it isnât fast enough. Winter break was cruel. Being tailless was crueler. HisâŠKalim was taken from him for too long.
He could hear Floydâs mocking already. For the first time in his life, he didnât care what Floyd thought of him. Regarding this, at least.
âKalim-san.â He breathes once heâs close enough. And he sees those arms open and the otherâs bright smileâhis favorite prey. His most dangerous predator. Does he capture Kalim or does Kalim capture him? He isnât sure. What he is sure of is that the embrace causes an eruption in his chest.
Jade was accustomed to the cold but now he craved warmth. The only kind his personal sunshine can bring. His nose buries in his neck and he breathes in his rays and when Kalim says he missed him, he thinks his heart has never felt fuller.
And when Kalim mentions a Christmas gift it takes Jade no time to say, â...itâs you.â