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 "

“...What are you doing here?” The stunned question is pulled out of Che’nya–the trickster so rarely caught by surprise. 

Neige stands at the door with a smile warmer than the Clover’s delicious hot cocoa. He’s pushing his hood back, sunglasses tipped forward and a bag slung over his shoulder.

“Che-kun, I hope you don’t mind that I’ve dropped by.” Entirely unannounced , is unspoken but he can see the apologetic look in the other’s eyes. He was supposed to be clear across Twisted Wonderland for some sort of holiday themed job–a Christmas special for a talk show, he believed. “I realized halfway to the airport I would much rather spend my holiday here with you.”

Che’nya’s confused stare lasts just a few more seconds before his tail starts to sway softly, his smile poking through. “This is the most selfish you’ve ever been…” 

“It feels strange.” Neige answers, smiling despite his words. “I don’t think I’m good at it.”

“ Yet .” The beastman says, already reaching over for Neige’s arm to bring him closer.

“Yet.” The other answers as he takes it a step further and closes the distance enough to press his cold nose against Che’nya’s cheek affectionately. 

“Nyaaaouch!” He exclaims at the shock of the cold that’s a little remedied by the adoring kiss placed there soon after. Purple ears twitch happily.

“Let’s get you warm, Neige.”

" 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 he’s one of Idia’s more complicated schematics–he savors every single second like he needs to engrave Vil into his memory. He mentally files him under ‘important’, tucked next to memories like the Konami Code and every song The Fates have ever performed. Except, he thinks he’s more valuable than those two things combined. And it startles him because he’s starting to be as important to him as…Ortho. Both Orthos.

His eyes scan down Vil’s face, observing every dip and feature and make-up and pore . His face is beautiful. More than beautiful, actually. It’s ethereal. It’s unreal. Just like him…this feels so unreal. And with the colored Christmas lights painting his features, it feels even more like a dream. But it isn’t and Vil reminds him of that every day.

His hand is hesitant at first, when he lifts it and raises it over to Vil’s face. It lingers in the air for a short second before it finally touches flawless skin. He gasps softly just because. He shouldn’t be allowed to do this, but he is. He thinks he’s the last person who should have this privilege, who gets to feel the soft skin on Vil’s face. He definitely doesn’t deserve the smile it gets, the pressure of Vil pushing his cheek up against his hand…it should be someone else who’s heart is beating miles a minute. 

Idia should not deserve Vil and yet, somehow, he does. 

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” The other speaks, scooting closer. The blue haired boy sucks in a breath and meets the blonde halfway. His Grecian nose pressed against the other’s button nose, he finally exhales a bit before opening his mouth to speak.

“...Y-You make me feel…” He swallows, tips of blue turning a soft pink. “...like the l-luckiest otaku ever…”

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. 

“Get out of your own head.” Vil speaks. He feels his hand being taken by the other's before it’s placed between them. It shakes only a little in his hold. “You bring such happiness for me. You are not the only one who feels like things are nearly like a fairytale.”

He couldn’t believe it. But he does, because Vil fills him with certainty. Because of Vil's presence, his love, his kisses…they’re real. And they’re his. He may feel like he doesn’t deserve it. But he wants it. This is his. Vil is his and he is Vil’s.

" when i need a hand to hold, a hug to warm me through, would it be okay if I came home to you? "

Jade’s 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 place–but he does not shy from. He can’t because his body won’t let him. He can’t 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.

“Jade…!” Ah, there it was. His legs move even faster and yet it isn’t fast enough. Winter break was cruel. Being tailless was crueler. His…Kalim was taken from him for too long. 

He could hear Floyd’s mocking already. For the first time in his life, he didn’t care what Floyd thought of him. Regarding this, at least.

“Kalim-san.” He breathes once he’s close enough. And he sees those arms open and the other’s bright smile–his favorite prey. His most dangerous predator. Does he capture Kalim or does Kalim capture him? He isn’t 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, “...it’s you.”