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pockyyasii · 4 months

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enhypen christmas dates please?!

(u can just do the hyung line if must. but we need more maknae content!!)

yes, i agree!! maknae lineee needs more attention!! also sorry for being latee ㅠㅠ

──★ ˙🎄 ̟ 【 christmas dates with enha 】 !!

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⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ synopsis: what would enhypen do when they take you out for a christmas date?! (p.s. some of them might just be them hanging out with you).

warnings: none. y/n x enhypen ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ.

enjoy!! ♡

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heesung and ni-ki to come!! i'm writing it rn ♡♡

-park jong-seong ♡ christmas shopping

<jay-tentlmen wants to buy clothes for you>

"jay, it's alright" you mumbled against the back of his neck, squeezing his hand gently. he squeezed your hand but ignored you otherwise, sifting through the bright sweaters on display.

"jay-" you started again, but your boyfriend pulled out a cream-coloured cable-knit sweater, and put it against your chest. "i think this suits you, baby" he nods, (cause jay is the fashion king). you opened your mouth, but jay cut you off immediately. "i'll buy it for you babe". again, you made a sound of disapproval, and he stared at you, giving you the park jeonseong look. you glared at him back, and jay immediately sighed.

"fine then" he said, putting it back. "go meet me outside, baby. ill be back in a minute." you followed his commands, not wanting to start more quarrel, and a few minutes later, jay still hadn't returned.

you called him, still no reply. worried, you ran back inside, spotting him at the cashier, bags in both hands. "jongseong! is that all for me?!" you gasped. he stared at you again, frowning at himself.

"why, is it too little, baby?"

yang jungwon ♡ christmas light walk

a simple walk was everything to you; just you in jungwon's hoodie, walking through snow-struck streets, admiring the lights.

"come closer sweetheart" he whispered into your ear. as if you two could get any closer. yet you obliged, jungwon reaching down to entwine your fingers. it was amazing how your hands fit into his so perfectly, even though his hand was slightly smaller that yours. his thin fingers wrapped around yours as his thumb caressed the back of your hand in a manner that made your heart flutter.

he noticed that immediately. jungwon leant over and kissed the top of your head and you could feel his lips smiling on you.

"you know what sweetie?" he asked, whispering into your hair. you looked up, admiring his cute expression for what must be the five-hundredth time that day. "what do i know, kitty?" you hummed.

"sweetheart, i can't believe im so hopelessly in love with you." you stopped the second your heart stopped. there was countless beautiful decorations all around you, but you couldn't keep your eyes off the prettiest thing in the area; your freaking boyfriend.

he smiled cheekily, flashing his signature smile. "y/n, why do you look like this is the first time i said it? is it really that shocking that your boyfriend loves you?" you pulled him in for a kiss on the cheek, feeling his mouth stretch into a grin.

"i love you too, wonnie. to the stars and back"

-park sung-hoon ♡ ice-skating

what else would you expect from enhypen's professional ice-skater?

as sunghoon led you onto the ice-skating ring, he already looked like a professional. "i'm so excited you're here!" he gasps, beaming. his smile was ten times bigger when he was on the ice; it was beautiful, so full, so happy. who could resist it? now that you were here, he couldn't be happier. soon a laugh also breezed out of your mouth as you watched him spin and twirl across the ice, also attaining gasps from on-watchers. "come on, y/n!" he shouted happily.

you nodded at him, but as soon as you stepped onto the ice, you slipped. gosh i'm so bad at sports, you thought, yet second later you were in sunghoon's arms, staring into his eyes.

"you don't know how to skate?!" he asked, laughing. you pouted at him, then he lifted you up. "come on, i'll teach you. i taught niki how to, you couldn't possibly be any worse?"

i couldn't learn this fast but soon you were gliding cross the ice, hand in hand with sunghoon. as he spun you around and you giggled, feeling so, so, so happy. then suddenly, hoon pulled you up to your ear and whispered against your lobe "merry christmas, y/n. i love you"

kim sunoo ♡ christmas karaoke

your "date" with sunoo already chaos; its was you, sunoo, enhypen ("i thought it was just going to be us two at your house!" "whats the fun in that?") and one karaoke machine.

jay and heesung turn on "jingle bell rock" and, with their arms wrapped around each other, sing it together with smiles. you make small talk with jake, but really, you were just feeling upset. all you wanted to do was to spend time with sunoo alone.

after a while, sunoo and sunghoon did a "sia" duet together, and you only spoke to him once before it when you forced him to eat. after they finished, sunoo whispered something to hoon, and a second later, the first jingles to "all i want for christmas" began to play.

he stared at you and smiled, a big, wide, sunoo smile then leant into the microphone. "this is for y/n" he giggled, and you felt your heart skip a beat. oh gods. you thought. you're dating one of the best singers in korea, aren't you? throughout the whole performance, you got goosebumps, and at the very end, he kissed you. "love you, y/n" he mouthed at you, and the whole crowd cheered. okay this was out of person but anyways

-sim jae-yun ♡ christmas-themed puppy cafe

jake was missing layla during training once, so you offered to go with him to a dog cafe you saw on the internet. "lets call it a date!" jake said excitedly, his mouth forming his signature "O"

as you entered the cafe, you and jake were greeted energetically by a golden retriever, who lept onto jake with his jaws wide open. "hey baby" he cooed at the dog, making your stomach churn in reasons you didn't know why.

throughout the whole date, you continued to feel that way. gosh, are you jealous of a dog? you scolded yourself. jake seemed to be talking to everyone but you, smiling, patting, laughing. it felt as if the christmas spirit had washed out of the room the moment you stepped in. maybe you should just leave...

at that moment, jake came and sat next you, another dog snuggling at his lap.

"what's with sour face, princess?" he asked you. in fact, in the window's reflection, you looked like you had just ate two lemons. nontheless, you forced a smile and looked at jake again. "oh! nothing sweetheart!"

he pouted, and you couldn't resist his sad face. who could?

"seem's like the dogs have become your girlfriend" you joked. jake immediately stopped what he was doing and stared at you. "no, don't say that princess!" he said, then kissed your cheek. "your forever my baby, understood?" you smiled and took his hand. "understood, jake"

#enhypen #enha #christmas writing #christmas date #Enhypen #heesung #niki #jungwon #jay #jake #sunoo #sunghoon #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios

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floatyskye · 1 year

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Finished this super late but Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!!

#ffxiv #ff14 #finalfantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #g'raha tia #graha x wol #wolgraha #christmas date #bright lights #digital art #artist on tumblr #miqote #ffxiv au ra

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fadeddebts · 4 months

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(Shhh there on a date) actually I don’t think tord seems, pleased? Huh?

#eddsworld #alternate universe #au #doodle #eddsworld future #tord #tom #tordtom #christmas #christmas date #date #gay

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nalurox · 1 year

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Imagine If this was Real 🤤🤤🤤🤤

#Fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartphilia #nalu #christmas date

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jheqiawrites · 1 year

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All is Calm, the Future's Bright

This is my @mlsecretsanta gift for @juliettelime! You wanted some sweet holiday fluff, so I hope this delivers the feels. Merry Christmas!

Adrien leaned against the door frame, staring at the blue-black messy bun that was bent obsessively over the desk. He smiled. He had known from day one of his lady’s brilliant, creative mind and her ability to bring the most convoluted plans to fruition, but the same intensity that had led them safely through hundreds of battles also led her to get easily overwhelmed by deadlines and panic over setbacks.

“Of course, knowing that Ladybug is Marinette means I know how to take care of her when she gets like this,” he thought warmly. It was just what made her the woman he loved, the woman he needed in his life as much as the air he breathed.

Padding softly across the crimson rug of her studio, he eased up behind her. Moving slowly so as not to trigger her selfdefense skills - it took getting thrown off a building only once to get that through his thick skull - he placed the mug of hot chocolate on the desk where she could see it but there was no way she could knock it over.

Then, bending over, he kissed the back of her neck gently, the loose curls hanging there delightfully tickling his nose.

“Hmmm,” was her only response, a questioning lilt in her hum as her stylus skated over the tablet.

“It’s getting late, love,” he murmured, breathing in deeply of the scents of flowers and citrus in her hair and the deeper, more personal scent of her that drove him to distraction even when he wasn’t transformed. “You’ve been at it all day.”

Marinette sighed. “I was just trying to get this finished. You know the spring line needs to be in production by mid-January and-“

“Yes, I know,” he interrupted, wrapping his arms around her. “But I know you also need to rest well to work hard, Princess, and you have been skimping on sleep again.”

He felt her cheek grow warm against his. “How did you know?”

He let her go and spun her chair around so he could see her face. “What, you don’t think this old cat doesn’t notice when half the bed gets cold? Besides you have been depriving me of the joy of having my wife wake up in my arms in the morning.”

Her blush deepened, but her eyes sparkled. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to you saying things like that without the mask.”

Holding himself over her on the arms of her chair, he leaned in with a smirk. “Oh, trust me! I’m worse when you’re not around. Nino says I’m an unbearable sap and most of the other guys either make gagging noises or pretend to call their dentist.”

A smirk of her own spread across her lips as she tapped him on the nose. “It’s your own fault for being such a sweet talker, Kitty.”

His heart skipped a beat. Even after eight years together in one way or another, he would never get over her punning back at him. “Oh, and when she smirks like that I am liable to kiss her senseless!”

“Speaking of sweet, you should drink your hot chocolate before it cools,” he said with a sigh. “And if you don’t come down by the time I’m finished with mine, I will come fetch you myself.”

Her smirk widened into a mischievous grin. “You know that does’t give me much motivation to do that, don’t you?”

He growled and spun her chair around playfully. “I am giving you five more minutes, little bug, then I’m canceling our reservations.”

He saw her eyes widen in surprise before he sprinted for the door, barely hearing her panicked cry of “Reservations?! What-“ over his laughter.

Adrien chuckled all the way down the stairs of their townhouse, enjoying the mischief he had caused his Lady. Marinette could take it, of course, and give as good as she got, but she had been working too hard for the last six months and she had to relax and get the rest she needed in order to be her best. It was no mean feat, as she was trying to get her fashion boutique up and running, but he made sure she got it, by hook or by crook.

He made himself a cup of hot chocolate and settled on the couch, thumbing through his phone’s contacts with a subtle smirk. Just keeping up with his lady was a full time job.

In less than five minutes, Marinette rushed down the stairs, empty mug in hand and a chocolate mustache on her upper lip. “There. All done,” she panted, looking at him with worried eyes. “What was this about reservations? Adrien, I’m sorry! I must have forgotten -“

Standing up, he moved to her side. It had been a shock several years ago to learn exactly how drawn to Marinette he had always been, even before he had learned she was Ladybug. She had always been his lodestone, whether with the mask or without.

“Shhh. The only thing you have forgotten is to take care of yourself, love,” he soothed. Reaching out, he wiped the chocolate from her lip and then licked it off his finger. “You take care of everything and everyone except yourself, Marinette.”

She sighed. “Comes from being a hero too long, I guess. I’m just used to it. Kind of hard to break that sort of habit.”

“And that is why you have me. To take care of you so you can take care of everything else.”

She smiled at him crookedly. “I don’t deserve it, you know.”

He scoffed at that. “My lady, I would find a way to bring you all the stars of the Milky Way on a diamond chain if it would make you smile. What’s a little thing like making sure you sleep and eat regularly?”

At that moment her stomach rumbled loud enough to be mistaken for an angry monster. They exchanged looks and burst out laughing!

“Speaking of which,” she said, laughter still on her lips, “I believe someone said something about reservations?”

The doorbell rang throughout the town house.

Marinette sighed. “If it is Stella with more fabric samples tell her I'm not home!” Her voice was petulant but her lips still quirked in a smile.

Adrien kissed her on the forehead and went to answer the door. He saw her face turn confused when he returned with two delivery bags full of take out boxes.

“But I thought-“

“Our reservations, my love, are for the most exclusive location in town. Invitation only.” He set the bags down on the coffee table and started unpacking them. The heady scents of garlic and marjoram filled the air and he saw Marinette’s eyes light up when she saw the restaurant name on the bags.

“You ordered from Prima Vera? You remembered!”

“That you love their lasagna? Yes, but the location goes hand in hand with the meal. So you go get dressed in something cozy while I finish laying it out.”

“Cozy?” She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, rubbing her face against his shoulder blade. “Shouldn’t I dress for the occasion, Kitty? A date at an invitation only spot sounds very exclusive - black tie at the very least.”

“It generally is,” he replied with a smirk, pulling one of her hands up to press a kiss to her palm. “But tonight it is lady’s choice. Besides, I …ahem… happen to know the owner.”

“Really.”

“Oh yes.” Adrien left the boxes on the table and turned around so he could hold her. “He happens to be dead gone on you and would do anything to make his dream princess happy.”

“He sounds sweet,” she replied coyly, looking up at him through her lashes. She rose up on her toes to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But I hope you told him I have a very jealous husband and cat at home.”

“He knows, my love. I go off to duel with him at dawn over you. If I don’t come back, Cat Noir can have you with my blessing.”

Marinette fell into a fit of giggles, laughing so hard she ran out of breath and was left gasping in his arms, clinging to him to remain upright.

“You’re ridiculous!” He grinned widely at her happy smile as she wiped laugh tears from her cheeks. “Adrien, you always know how to make me laugh!”

“Good! Step one of Operation: Holidate has made a successful start!” He turned her and gave her a gentle push towards the stairs. “Now, you go get dressed in something comfortable while I slip a twenty to the manager for a prime table in front of the fire.”

She chuckled on her way up the stairs to their room.

“Thank you for planning all this, Adrien,” Tikki said, flying out of the kitchen with two cloth napkins. “Our girl works too hard. She’s always put so much pressure on herself to get things done. Whether that meant fighting akumas, homework, competitions, or presents for friends, she has trouble knowing when to ask for help.”

“But that’s why she has us.” He went and grabbed two of their good china plates and some silverware, laying everything out nicely on the coffee table. He lit a fire in the fireplace and candles all around the room, giving it a romantic, golden glow. He even laid out little plates in the kitchen for their kwamis with some fried mozzarella for Plagg and a slice of chocolate torte for Tikki.

The little red kwami flew up to his cheek for a fond nuzzle. “You’re so thoughtful. Thank you.”

He smiled and stroked the top of her head the way he often would for Plagg. “You’re welcome, Tikki. You are so considerate that it is a pleasure to do nice things for you.”

There was a derogatory snort from Plagg and Tikki rolled her eyes. “He should say thank you too, but he is too busy stuffing his face, as usual!”

There was a loud gulp followed by an even louder burp. “Lay off, Tiks! If you keep being this sweet, you’ll spoil him after I finally got him trained up right!”

Adrien chuckled. “Just be thankful I’m not telling her about your teaching methods, you old stinker!”

“You can’t scare me until you’ve been around the block a few thousand times, Kitten!”

“Well, in that case, I’m sure Tikki would love to hear about the time when you encouraged me to sneak into Marinette’s room while she was out and-“

Suddenly his face was full of nervous, black kwami trying desperately to cover his mouth. Adrien burst out laughing as Tikki shot Plagg a look that could blister paint and tackled him out of the air.

“What was that all about?”

He turned to see Marinette smirking at him with a raised eyebrow. Adrien’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. Her raven hair spilled around her shoulders in silky waves, held away from her face by a pink cloth headband. She wore one of his dress shirts, the sleeves rolled up enough for her hands to show, and a worn pair of grey leggings. She was beautiful, alluring in a way that only she could be for him and she did it without really trying.

A few years ago, Adrien would have been stunned stupid by the sight, but younger Adrien had been too afraid to speak his heart honestly. He knew better now, he knew her better now, and he wasn’t afraid to say what was in his heart to the woman who held it gently in her own hands.

He stepped up to her, his hands running up and down her arms slowly, soothingly, despite the rapid tempo of his heartbeat. “Have I ever told you what seeing you in my clothes does to me?”

Marinette looked up at him coyly and pretended to straighten his collar. “Hmmm, at least once. I believe there might have been something about kissing me senseless, but I was a little distracted at the time.”

“Didn’t Maman teach you never to eat dessert first,” he chided with a smirk of his own. “You’ll spoil our lovely dinner.”

“You’ll spoil me, more likely,” she whispered and rose on her toes to kiss him softly. “But you are right. I’m starving and everything smells amazing!”

So they sat on the sofa, eating delicious food and listening to some soft jazz as they watched the firelight dance in each other’s eyes. It was a beautiful moment, like the world had paused just for them to enjoy and Adrien burned it into his heart to remember forever. There had been so many years of loneliness, heartache, fear, hurt, confusion, and, finally, acceptance before they had found each other.

Marinette was his storm anchor, holding him fast when the world threatened to spiral out of control. She had been there for him through it all, giving of herself and her golden heart long before he understood what love really was. She fought his demons when he was no longer able to fight for himself. She was his laughter, his peace, his home.

And now, with her lying curled against his chest within the circle of his arms, he felt overwhelmed by the gift she always gave him.

“I love you, Princess,” he murmured softly, kissing her forehead with all the tenderness of his overflowing heart. “I don’t know how I could have made it this far without you. You are so precious to me, Marinette, and you need to take more time for you. For us. I need time with you. You are what makes me feel whole and alive. I… I’ve missed you, little bug.”

She looked up at him with eyes full of love and tears welling up in the corners. “I’ve missed you too, Kitty. I just know how much you disliked modeling for … that man and I don’t want to bring back unpleasant memories for you. You’ve been so good about supporting me, but-“

He placed a gentle finger against her lips. “None of that! I love you, Marinette! I have always supported your dreams of being a fashion designer! Always! And believe me, there is a world of difference between helping you with your boutique and working for Gabriel. You are thoughtful and considerate of my needs, you listen respectfully when I offer suggestions, and you want to work with me. More than anything, you love me and it shows in everything you do, my lady. I look forward to building new memories at your side for the rest of our lives, but I need you to step out of your bubble in order to do that. Okay?”

She blushed and sighed. “You’re right. I’ve just been trying to do it on my own and try to keep you from getting hurt. You know that is the last thing I would ever want, right?”

He nodded and stroked a tendril of hair behind her ear. “I know, but there are no more akumas… no more chances for broken moons, no mater what our nightmares may tell us. So let me in more and come out more yourself. You’re doing yourself no good staying locked away in your studio all day.”

She smiled up at him. “Have I told you how much I like it when you stand firm like that?”

“Not recently,” he drawled, cuddling her closer to him.

“Well, I do. Like it, I mean. It makes me feel safe… protected… loved.” She yawned hugely, stretching like a kitten on his lap.

“It really is getting late now, my love.” He chuckled ruefully. “I got down the boxes of garlands and things earlier. I thought we could do some decorating, but you need sleep more than holiday spirit.”

She giggled sleepily, blinking her cornflower eyes slowly at him in a way that warmed him all over. “Just so you know, I don’t deserve you.”

“So what do you deserve for saving the world a thousand times before getting out of university?”

Marinette leaned up and kissed him lightly on the end of his nose. “A happy ending?” She sighed and snuggled back against him. He breathed in her sweet scent and sighed contentedly. It was the scent of home.

He knew she would be asleep soon, but he didn’t want the moment to end just yet. He wrapped his arms around her more firmly and settled deeper into the sofa, watching the firelight sparkle off the satin of her hair.

“Sounds good,” he whispered. “As long as it’s with you.”

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #miraculous fanfic #mlb secret santa #married adrienette #holiday fluff #Christmas date #I had to write this four separate times so as not to end up with angst #I forgot how to write pure fluff!#adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #adrienette #mlb fandom #prpr #ml love square

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lovebirdgames · 1 year

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MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

After a memorable Halloween date, it’s now time for you to go on a festive-themed date with one of the Band Camp Boyfriends. Share what you got!

#christmas date #merry christmas #christmas game #band camp boyfriend #otome #dating sim #marching band

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aishiteru-kenshin · 1 year

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Christmas in Japan

#Japan #Christmas Date #Christmas in Japan #Christmas Illumination #Winter #Night #Japanese Men #Christmas #Japanese Women #Nippon

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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BakuDeku Christmas Fics Ⅱ

UA Students

SFW One Shots

archive of our own recs

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

All are SFW … still read tags.

Art by @chrisandhedraws {twitter}.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

King of Secret Santa! by Shura11

Summary: Class 1A is doing a secret Santa gift exchange! It goes about as well as everyone expects with Bakugo claiming to be number one in this event! Izuku has his own issues as he tries to figure out the perfect gift to express his feeling.

One Shot | SFW

Secret Santa by kickcows

Summary: Deku draws Kacchan for a Secret Santa exchange between the members of Class 1-A and has a mild panic attack over it.

One Shot | SFW

The first gift you gave me by Cadameo

Summary: Izuku worked really, really hard on his Christmas gift for Kacchan - perhaps even a bit too much; but now he cannot make himself give it to him.

With a bit of a push and aided by the class Secret Santa, he might be able to convey his feelings and luckily, even get a gift back.

One Shot | SFW

All Katsuki Wants For Christmas by RewriteTheUniverse

Summary: “Kacchan’s going to sing?” was all Izuku could manage to vocalize, as this new fact seemed to be at war with everything he’d ever known about the angry blonde.

Even more surprising was the few gentle, tinkling piano notes that started off the song just before Kacchan opened his mouth and started to sing.

One Shot | SFW

Midoriya the Green Haired Sunshine by squeakymarshmallow

Summary: The Bakusquad learned quite quickly: Bakugou's hatred of Christmas was very conditional.

One Shot | SFW

christmas lights by WattStalf

Summary: Katsuki doesn't think he's very good at planning Christmas dates.

Part 1 | One Shot | SFW

christmas cake by WattStalf

Summary: Katsuki does some more thinking after his Christmas date with Izuku.

Part 2 | One Shot | SFW

come and trim my christmas tree by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Summary: Izuku and Kacchan may not always be creatures of habit, but when it comes to childhood traditions, there's no denying their roots. When it comes time to give each other Christmas presents, there's no one better.

One Shot | SFW

A (Warm) Snowy Night by charmie, Lumi09

Summary: A gift? Kaachan hasn't given him a gift in ten years. Izuku took the bag from Katsuki (who wouldn't make eye contact for some reason) as Izuku's fingertips brushed against his hand. Izuku dug through the bag until he felt something and pulled it out. His face lit up the dark night.

"Wahhh!!! It’s the super rare limited edition Silver age All Might figurine!" Izuku remembers when he cried rivers over this figurine because he couldn't get in time when he was five.

One Shot | SFW

The Perfect Gift by angel_lily223

Summary: Katsuki has a problem.

Christmas is just around the corner and he hasn't even got his boyfriend a gift yet. As he runs around the mall, trying to find the perfect gift, he realizes that maybe the perfect gift isn't something he can buy.

In fact, the perfect Christmas present for Deku was with him the whole time...

One Shot | SFW

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chihiro20 · 1 year

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#Love Live!#Love Live! Superstar!!#Yoneme Mei #Liella!#anime art #illustration #girl #winter #gloves #coat #scarf #blushing #christmas #christmas gift #christmas date

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ivlenyxx · 1 year

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Rings, Ice and Everything Nice (FengQing Christmas Oneshot)

Summary:

“Huh?” Feng Xin lifts his head to see Xie Lian standing in front of the kitchen counter, right opposite him. Mu Qing is out at the moment so it’s only the two of them right now.

“You free this Christmas?” Xie Lian repeats, propping his elbow on the counter and resting his chin in his palm. “There’s a Christmas Market in town. San Lang and I were going to go but something sudden came up and now we can’t,'' Xie Lian rubs his neck, embarrassed. ”So we’re asking if anyone would want to go in our place. It’d be awful to waste that ticket.”

“Uh, I think so?” Feng Xin answers. He doesn’t have much to do on the 25th, so he might as well go to that Christmas market, could be fun.

Feng Xin invites Mu Qing out for a day at the Christmas market, it goes... pretty damn well. ___________________________________________________________________

Please note that I type some stuff in Cantonese in this fic and translations will be given after the paragraph.

Notes:

Hello, people. This is my first OFFICIAL fic on AO3, and it's a oneshot about our two favourite rival dumbasses at a Christmas Market. Since Christmas was rolling around and I really wanted to write something, I wrote it.

This was partially inspired by "Perfectly Warm" by thekeyholder on AO3, their oneshot is so good and so cute. Go check it out.

Please note that I did not beta read this and any spelling and grammatical errors shall be fixed when I feel like it... which is never.

And with that being said, I give you: THIS NON BETA READ MONSTROSITY THAT I POSTED A DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS, I MEAN WTF?

Rings, Ice and Everything Nice:

“You free this Christmas?”

“Huh?” Feng Xin lifts his head to see Xie Lian standing in front of the kitchen counter, right opposite him. Mu Qing is out at the moment so it’s only the two of them right now.

“Uh, I think so?” Feng Xin answers. He doesn’t have much to do on the 25th, so he might as well go to that Christmas market, could be fun.

“Great!” Xie Lian claps his hands together and pulls out his phone. “Thanks so much. Oh, by the way, that ticket is for two, so you might want to get another person to go with you.”

“Oh.” Feng Xin says. He rubs the back of his neck, clearly a bit troubled. Who would bother to come with him to a Christmas market at such a moment's notice? It was already the 23rd, everyone he knew already had plans for Christmas. Who would wanna go with him?

Xie Lian immediately notices that he’s a bit troubled. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned for his friend.

“Well, everyone we know already has plans for Christmas, so I don’t know if…” he trails off, deciding not to finish that sentence. Xie Lian seemed so happy to have someone to use those tickets, but if he didn’t have a plus one, then…

Xie Lian catches on immediately.

“Oh,” he says, face slightly falling. But then his face lights up again. “Why don’t you bring Mu Qing then?”

“Huh?” Feng Xin seems bewildered by the suggestion.

“Yeah!” Xie Lian smiles. “It’d be a great opportunity for you two to bond. Plus maybe you can get closer to him…” he adds that last part in a mischievous tone and a wink.

“W-what?” Feng Xin’s face starts becoming warm. Fuck, he caught on.

Xie Lian sighs. “Come on, Feng Xin. I know about your crush on Mu Qing. I just think that you should tell him.”

“What? No the fuck I shouldn’t!” Feng Xin “Also, why would he wanna come? He’d hate to go to the Market with me.”

Xie Lian sighs deeply. “No, he wouldn’t. Believe me. I’d know.”

“But-”

“Feng Xin,” Xie Lian holds up a hand. “I have known you and Mu Qing for most of my life, and I know how he feels about most things. I’m sure he’d want to go to the Christmas market with you.”

“But-”

“End. Of. Discussion.” Xie Lian says sternly, his tone hardens and his eyes narrow slightly. To anyone else, they wouldn’t notice much difference from Regular Xie Lian, but Feng Xin knows to stop arguing when Xie Lian uses that tone.

“Alright, alright. I’ll ask him.” Feng Xin says in defeat.

“Great!” Xie Lian goes back to his regular smiley self. “I’ll give you the ticket via Whatsapp. It’s digital so you just have to show it to the staff at the entrance and you’re good to go.” he picks up his phone and types something. Within seconds, Feng Xin feels a buzz in his pocket and he knows immediately that Xie Lian just sent him the ticket.

“Well,” Xie Lian pockets his phone. “I better get going, San Lang is waiting.” he picks up his bag and opens the front door. “You guys have fun at the Market!” and with that, he steps out and shuts the door.

And now Feng Xin is alone in the kitchen.

“Ugh…” he picks up his phone and dials Mu Qing’s number, his finger hovers over the dial button for a minute. He finally relents and presses the button. Mu Qing answers within seconds.

“This better be good, I won’t be back for another hour.” he hears Mu Qing’s voice ring out from the opposite end.

“Hey, Xie Lian gave me a ticket to the Christmas Market downtown. He said that he and Crimson Rain were planning to go together but they had something to take care of so they gave the thing to me.”

“Okay? So go by yourself. What does this have to do with me?” he can practically feel Mu Qing’s eyeroll through the phone.

“The ticket covers two people, so I need a plus one to go to the market, and since no one else is free, I thought that you were the next best option.” Feng Xin takes a deep breath. “So, wanna go with me?”

There is a long moment of silence between them when he says that.

“Alright. What time are you free?” Mu Qing finally says. “I have time around 7 on the 25th.”

Feng Xin’s heart does some sort of somersault when Mu Qing says that. “Oh, uh. Same.”

“Then it’s settled.” Mu Qing says coolly. “I’ll be back by 5. Don’t forget to vacuum the place and defrost the chicken.”

‘Alright, geez.” Feng Xin says. “See ya.”

“Bye.” he hears Mu Qing say on the other end, then he hangs up. _____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

When the 25th rolls around, Feng Xin gets a lot more excited about the Market date, (Is it a date? He asks himself.) much to his own dismay and joy at the same time. He lies awake in bed the night prior, trying to fall asleep, but the excitement is killing him. At last, he falls asleep around midnight, after a nice session of trying his damndest to not think about the Market date but failing and at last falling asleep due to the built up exhaustion from all the work he did in the week.

When he wakes up, Mu Qing tells him that he’ll be out for most of the day, but will be back to go to the market with him. And that he should get ready before he gets back as it’s a long walk to the Christmas market. Feng Xin does not protest against this, and simply gives a nod at Mu Qing before he heads out.

The rest of the day, Feng Xin goes about his regular routine. Since it’s Christmas, it means that he had the day off from work, and the fact that it would be Saturday right after Christmas Day, makes it even better. He tries not to think about Mu Qing and the Market tonight, but also wonders at the same time why Mu Qing keeps going out of the house so frequently these past few days. Eventually, he gets the thoughts of Mu Qing out of his head, and settles down on the couch to binge some movies before Mu Qing comes back. He turns on the TV and puts the box of snacks on the coffee table, and before he even knows it, he drifts off.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Feng Xin jolts awake, he rubs his eyes and sees a fuming Mu Qing at the front door, he kicks off his shoes and puts the paper bag he has in his hands on the kitchen counter before walking towards Feng Xin.

“Do you even know what time it is?’ he yanks his roommate off the couch and shoves his phone in his face. 6:27 pm, it reads.

Feng Xin blinks a few times before realizing what’s happening and thinks. Oh no.

“Oh fuck!” he untangles himself from the blanket and makes a dash for his room for a change of clothes. It would take them a solid 30 minutes to walk to the Christmas market, and he just wasted a lot of time.

“I told you to get ready before I came home, and did you?” He hears Mu Qing scolding him through the bedroom door. “Oh my god we’re gonna be so late.”

“Says the guy who came home at 6:27 pm! You wasted just as much time as I did!” Feng Xin fires back at him.

“I expected you to be ready by the time i came back and we could head out as soon as I came back, god!” Mu Qing yells.

“Ugh!” Feng Xin yells in frustration as he ruffles through his drawers for something that would look remotely decent outside, but would still shield him from the winter cold.

At last, after ten minutes of non stop arguing and Feng Xin trying to dress himself in the nicest thing he owns (for the occasion, not to impress Mu Qing!), he steps out of the room and rushes towards the front door.

“Took ya long enough!” Mu Qing huffs, showing him the time on his phone, which now read 6:37. “Let’s go!”

Both of them ran out of their apartment at full speed. Only now did Feng Xin appreciate the fact that their apartment was on the 2nd floor and not the 15th, as he had originally hoped. Mu Qing insisted on the one on the 2nd, saying it would “allow for more natural light!” and “a faster trip downstairs.”

They were in such a hurry that they didn’t even have time to admire the beautiful Christmas lights that hung all around the city.

By the time they got to the location where the Christmas market was, Mu Qing’s phone already read 6:58 pm. They’d gotten there faster than they had expected.

The guard at the entrance scanned the ticket on Feng Xin’s phone and looked at both of them and chuckled. “You know, this Christmas market is really popular with couples.”

Feng Xin tensed up and he could feel the heat rising from his neck. He looked over at Mu Qing, who had frozen in shock.

The guard chuckled again and handed them two wristbands. “These’ll give you access to all of the attractions in the park, just show it to the staff and they’ll let you in. You kids have fun!”

Feng Xin took the wristbands and handed one to Mu Qing. They both wrapped them around their wrists and waved goodbye to the security guard before stepping into the winter wonderland that was the Christmas market.

“Wow…” Feng Xin said in astonishment of the Christmas market. Stalls were absolutely everywhere in the giant park that the market was set up in. Lights shimmered and the laughter of the children echoed throughout the park, and the falling snow that quickly coated the rooftops of the buildings nearby made the area look like something straight out of a fairytale.

“Don’t just stand there, you look like an idiot.” a voice beside him snaps him out of his trance. Mu Qing smiles teasingly at him. “Cmon, we came here to enjoy the attractions, not to gawk at the lights and stuff.”

“Hey, it looks beautiful here, can you blame me?” Feng Xin asks in defense, and Mu Qing rolls his eyes, but a small smile dances on his lips, and his eyes visibly soften when he looks at Feng Xin.

That sight made Feng Xin want to kiss him so bad.

“So uh… about what the security guard back there said,” he begins. “You know, about us looking like a couple.”

“Uh, yeah, I guess we do kind of look like a couple, huh?” Mu Qing answers him sheepishly, averting eye contact.

The two of them stand there in awkward silence for a while before Mu Qing finally breaks the silence.

“Cmon.” Mu Qing grabs his arm and pulls him over to one of the stalls. “I didn’t come here to do nothing.”

“The stall he had pulled Feng Xin to was a game stall, the girl manning the stall looked at their wristbands and gave them a rundown of how the game there worked. It was a very basic ring toss game. The more rings you land on the bottles, the bigger the prize you get. She gave them a bucket of rings and went to the side.

Feng Xin picks up one of the rings and aims for one of the bottles, he could feel Mu Qing staring at him behind him. He takes a deep breath, and throws.

The ring lands perfectly on one of the bottles.

“Holy shit.” he hears the girl whisper from the side, and Mu Qing seems to be gazing at him.

“My turn.” Mu Qing comes forward and takes a ring from the bucket and throws it at the bottles. It doesn’t land on any of them, instead, it hits the side of one of them and falls to the floor with a loud clang!

Feng Xin chuckles and Mu Qing glares at him. “You think this is funny?”

“Yeah, kinda.” Feng Xin admits, but before Mu Qing can get a word out, he steps forward and grabs another ring and shoves it in Mu Qing’s hand. He then goes up behind Mu Qing and holds up his arm to a certain height. This sudden close contact makes Mu Qing tense up. “You wanna make sure that a bottle is within your line of sight and make a decision on which bottle you want to throw the ring at. Next, take aim,” he raises Mu Qing’s other arm - the one that isn’t holding the ring, and puts it in front of him, making sure his index finger is pointing at a bottle through the ring. “And… throw!”

This time, the ring lands perfectly on a bottle, and Mu Qing is astonished by this. “Whoa…” he says.

Feng Xin smiles and picks up another ring. He throws it at the bottles, for it to land on one of them perfectly, as expected from the guy who got gold in all of his archery tournaments back in high school. They continue the game until the bucket of rings run out, joking around and teasing each other the whole time, with a majority of the rings landing on bottles and just a couple missed ones, it was no surprise that they’d won a pretty big prize.

“Here you go.” the stall girl says as she hands Feng Xin a giant black cat plush. “I’d recommend you give that to your boyfriend,” she points at Mu Qing behind him. “Gives off the same vibe.”

Feng Xin’s cheeks go red at this. “He’s not my boyfriend.”

“Oh really? Could’ve reckoned you two were dating, by the way he looks at you.” The stall girl comments, surprised. Mu Qing’s cheeks also heat up at this comment and he pulls his hood over his head.

“Uh, yeah okay. Thanks for the plush.” Feng Xin manages to say to the girl, who looks at him weirdly before shrugging and waving them goodbye. Feng Xin stuffs the plush

“Well that’s the second time we’ve been mistaken to be a couple.” He jokes to Mu Qing once they’ve walked away.

“Yeah, I know.” Mu Qing says, the red on his cheeks still not disappearing.

They stay like that for a moment, with Mu Qing not talking and Feng Xin looking at him while holding a giant cat plush.

“Well, uh, where do you wanna go next?” Feng Xin asks him to lessen the awkwardness.

“I don’t know, you pick.” Mu Qing answers him.

“Uhhh…” Feng Xin looks around them, there were a lot of attractions all over the park, but none of them really caught his interest, except for-

“You wanna go ice-skating?” He asks.

“What?” Mu Qing raises his head and looks in the direction Feng Xin is pointing in. Sure enough, there was an ice-skating rink smack dab in the middle of the park.

“Sure, why not?” He agrees and walks over.

They borrow ice skates from the staff working at the rink, and get on the ice within minutes, but there was one problem: Feng Xin didn’t know how to skate.

“Pfft,” Mu Qing tries to stifle a giggle when he sees his friend repeatedly trying and failing to get up from the ice once he slips.

Feng Xin sighs and gives up. “Little help here?” He asks Mu Qing.

“Nope, you got yourself into this, you get yourself out.” He says teasingly. “Alright, alright, I’ll help you.” He finally relents when Feng Xin glares at him. He leans down to grab his hand, but Feng Xin falls forward at him once he gets up again.

“Oh, uh, sorry.” Feng Xin apologises to him once he realises how closely their bodies are pressed together, and tries to distance himself from Mu Qing, but with no avail, as when he tries to get back from him on the ice, he just ends up falling against Mu Qing again.

“Oh my god, just stop.” Mu Qing gives up, and just lets Feng Xin lean against him for now. “Follow my lead.” He grabs Feng Xin’s hands and guides him across the ice, trying his best not to let him fall again, and throughout this entire process, Feng Xin is just mesmerised by how pretty Mu Qing looks in the multicoloured lighting of the rink.

“Wow, I didn’t know you could skate.” Feng Xin remarks. “You're really good.”

“Thanks.” Mu Qing looks away for a quick second. When did all the fighting between him and Feng Xin suddenly turn into playful banter and jokes and suddenly now, basically flirting? Unbeknownst to him, Feng Xin was thinking the same.

Mu Qing takes a deep breath. “Feng Xin, I have something to tell you…”

“Y-yeah?” Feng Xin’s breath hitches and they skate to a stop.

Mu Qing turns around to face him, eyes softer than usual and the way his hair reflects the lights around them just makes him look… ethereal. (Yeah, Feng Xin can’t take the bi panic.)“Listen, I’ve kind of liked-”

RIIIIIINNNGGGG!!!!!!!

A bell rings in the distance and a staff member comes out.

“Alright, everyone, rink’ll be closing in ten for cleaning and maintenance! So everyone who’s still in here, please leave the rink before we force you out!”

“Oh! Seems like we have to get out of here.” Mu Qing says awkwardly, separating his body from Feng Xin’s and grabbing his date(?)’s arm and leading him away from the rink.

Once they’re out of there, Feng Xin thinks about what just happened.

So basically, Mu Qing and him got really close, like, really really close, he just guided him through skating and holy fuck that last part…

That last part.

“Are ya deaf?” Mu Qing’s voice rings through the air, cool and calm, but there was definitely a mischievous undertone to it.

“Huh, sorry what?” Feng Xin snaps out of his thoughts. “Yeah sorry I couldn’t hear you.”

“I asked where you wanted to go next, dummy.” Mu Qing rolls his eyes, but Feng Xin knows it’s only in a teasing manner. “I’ve been asking you for the past minute, and you didn’t respond, almost like you were deaf or something.”

“Uh,” Feng XIn scans the area around them for something interesting to go to. “Wanna go there?” he points at a very dark building in the distance, but it was already pretty obvious what it was.

“Ugh, there?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes again. “I swear, that place is the least frightening place I've ever seen.” he says, obviously trying to cover up the fact that he was creeped out by the house.

“Still looks fun though.” Feng Xin smiles. “What? Is Xiao Qing-er scared?” he adds teasingly.

“I literally just told you that that is the least frightening place I’ve ever seen.” Mu Qing says dryly.

“Then on second thought, no.” Feng Xin decides. That haunted house really did look a bit scary once he looked at it a bit clearer.

Mu Qing notices him looking a little creeped out and smirks.

“做乜啊?阿信係唔係驚咗啊?” he asks, trying to get a rise out of Feng Xin.

(Translation: What? Is A-Xin scared?)

“No, of course not!” Feng Xin says defensively. “Come on.'' He grabs Mu Qing’s arm and drags him towards the haunted house.

That sudden touch makes Mu Qing’s breath hitch and his body tense up, and he follows Feng Xin to the haunted house.

There were only a few people waiting at the haunted house, and for good reason. Now that Feng Xin got a way better look at the haunted house, he could tell that those people who worked there were not coming to play. The house wasn’t over the top looking like other haunted houses they’ve been to, the place looked like bad news, and if it weren’t for the fact that it was a park attraction, Feng Xin and Mu Qing would’ve avoided it like the plague, or COVID.

Once it’s their turn to step into the haunted house, Mu Qing tenses up even more, he grabs Feng Xin’s arm and yanks him closer to himself. This makes Feng Xin’s heart start breakdancing and doing somersaults in his chest, all the while singing corny Christmas carols.

The inside of the haunted house looked like something straight out of a murder crime scene, and from what research that Feng Xin had done on haunted houses, this was something good. It reminded him of the Winchester Mystery house he visited last summer and the McKamey Manor, only with less torture and death.

Mu Qing squeezes his arm tighter, trying to keep his head down so that he doesn’t see anything too scary.

“Ha, look who’s scared now.” Feng Xin teases in an attempt to get Mu Qing to calm down.

“Does A-Xin want to fucking die?’ Feng Xin can feel the glare, even though he can’t see it.

“No, but I’m pretty sure you’re gonna cut off my circulation with how hard you’re gripping my arm. “ Feng Xin says.

“Oh.” Mu Qing lets go of his arm and goes silent at his side.

Well that was kind of unexpected. Feng Xin’s arm feels cold without Mu Qing clinging to him like a koala.

They go through the haunted house slowly, with none of them saying a word, but Feng Xin can feel something was wrong, almost like someone was following him. He looks at Mu Qing, who by now has regained his composure and is walking steadily, but he can tell that he’s still a bit on edge.

Feng Xin looks behind him, but there was nothing there. He turns to Mu Qing. “Hey, you feel anything following us?” he jokes in an effort to get Mu Qing to stop being so quiet.

“I don’t know, maybe you’re just freaked out?” Mu Qing dryly, but he looks grossed out by the fake bloody handprints on the walls and looks over his shoulder.

“Hmm.” Feng Xin hums. “Maybe you are too?” he teases.

Mu Qing rolls his eyes.

They walk through the haunted house, everything’s uneventful for a bit, but Feng Xin’s weird feeling that someone is following them is getting stronger.

“You wanna get out of here?” he asks Mu Qing.

“The exit’s that way, dumbass.” Mu Qing points at a door labelled “Exit”.

“Yeah okay, let’s go.” Feng Xin grabs Mu Qing’s arm and walks towards the door, but before he can open it, a figure comes up behind them and raises a knife behind their heads.

“痴孖筋!” Feng Xin curses and Mu Qing raises his fist, only for the figure to raise their hands over their head, and that’s when Feng XIn and Mu Qing realise: This is an actor for the haunted house.

(Translation for 痴孖筋: it’s a curse in Cantonese, and it means “FUCKING SHIT!” in this particular context, but its base meaning is basically just an insult for someone who’s acting insane.)

“Oh my god…” Feng Xin facepalms and Mu Qing rolls his eyes and opens the door to reveal the outside.

“Oh my god, you looked so freaked out back there.” Mu Qing teases Feng Xin once they’re a considerable distance away from the haunted house.

“Says you.” Feng Xin fires back. “You were gripping my arm so hard that it felt like you were going to rip it off.”

“Ugh.” Mu Qing groans, a bit of pink dusting his pale cheeks. “That was actually pretty fun, I won’t lie.”

“Yes, because us being stalked by what looks like a killer and being attacked by said killer is fun.” Feng Xin says.

“Awwwww, poor A-Xin, so scared of a fake killer?” Mu Qing says in a baby voice and throws his head back. “That’s fucking hilarious.”

Feng Xin sticks his tongue out at him.

“Seriously?” Mu Qing rolls his eyes. “Sticking out your tongue? That’s grade school level shit.”

“Speaking of grade school level shit…” Feng Xin says mischievously, raising a hand behind Mu Qing’s back.

“What the f-”

“I HIDE, YOU SEEK!” Feng Xin yells before taking off.

“Oh it’s on!” Mu Qing runs after him into the crowds.

They run for a while, uncaring of all the people staring at the fact that two grown men are running through the crowds like six year olds, and Feng Xin sees a gap between two stalls. Nice place to hide. He thinks to himself. He makes a dive for that gap, but Mu Qing is faster, as he yanks Feng Xin out of his hiding place before he’s even halfway in.

“Gotcha!” Mu Qing laughs and gets off of Feng Xin.

“Yeah, yeah. You got me.” Feng Xin rolls his eyes and smiles at his companion.

“Come on, I wanna go see the ice sculptures.” Mu Qing lifts himself and Feng Xin off the ground. “And I don’t want to be stared at by a bunch of strangers.” he adds under his breath, glaring at all the people staring at them.

They head for the ice sculpture building, and the queue progresses quickly, maybe due to the late time, but both Feng Xin and mu QIng don’t really notice the time. Instead, they are thrusted into a kingdom of ice and snow.

“Whoa…” Feng Xin says, brushing his hand against one of the ice sculptures that was shaped like a penguin. “These look so real.”

“Yeah, they do.” Mu Qing agrees with him. “Hey.”

“Huh?”

“Take a look at this.” Mu Qing points at an ice sculpture of two people in extravagant ancient Chinese robes. Their lips were pressed together and the one with a bun was dipping the one who had longer hair, flowing freely from his head.

“Holy shit, that’s beautiful.” Feng Xin says in astonishment.

“Yeah. I know right.” Mu Qing holds up his hand to brush against the face of the one with the bun.

“You want a photo with this?” Feng Xin asks him.

“Huh? Yeah sure.” Mu Qing goes silent for a moment. “But you have to be in it as well.” he tells Feng Xin.

“What?”

“You heard me.” Mu Qing shrugs, then turns to another visitor of the building. “Excuse me, would you mind taking a photo of us?” he asks the teenager next to him, over the sound of Feng Xin’s protests.

“Sure, why not?” The teenager agrees and Mu Qing hands them his phone.

“Why did you ask-” Feng Xin begins.

“Shut up, the kid’s already starting to take the photos.” Mu Qing hisses at him and pulls him closer. He flings Feng Xin’s arm over his shoulder and wraps his own around Feng Xin’s waist.

A minute or so passes, and the kid finally stops taking photos. “Thanks.” Mu Qing says as the teenager gives the phone back to him.

‘You two make such a great couple, ya know?” the teen tells them.

“Oh, uh. Thanks, I guess?” Feng Xin says, embarrassed, while Mu Qing hides his face in his hands.

“Yeah. See ya ‘round.” the teenager gives them a salute and walks away with their mother.

“Well that’s the-” Feng Xin begins.

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Mu Qing says, cheeks pink. He pockets his phone and blows some hot air onto his hands. “Let’s get outta here, I’m freezing.”

“But we’ve barely even-”

Mu Qing is nearly out the door.

“哎呀⋯⋯" Feng Xin runs after him.

(哎呀 basically means: Aiya… and that punctuation mark after it is the Chinese equivalent to this: …)

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They continue walking through the Christmas market for a while, it was already pretty late, nearing 9 pm.

“So uh, what do you wanna do next?” Feng Xin asks the black haired man walking beside him.

“I dunno.” Mu Qing shrugs.

“Well…” Feng XIn scratches his head. “Wanna go see them light up the Christmas tree?”

“What?”

“Yeah!” Feng Xin says. “Xie Lian told me about it yesterday, he told me that they’re gonna light up the Christmas tree at the center of the park.”

“Well, alright.” Mu Qing nods. “What time?”

“9 pm.”

“Oh shit, it’s already 8:45.” Mu Qing pulls out his phone. “Well, if you wanna go see the tree light up then we better get going.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

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“You wanna get something to drink before we see the lights?” Feng Xin asks.

“Okay.” Mu Qing says. “Whatcha want?”

“Nothing too much. Maybe some tea or hot chocolate, you?”

“Yeah same.” Mu Qing says, then he notices a small stall in the distance. “That stall seems to be selling drinks, wanna go check it out?”

“Okay, let’s go.”

A few minutes later, both of them are holding hot chocolate and sitting on a bench, right in front of the Christmas tree in the center of the park.

“Hey, thanks for coming with me to this Christmas market.” Feng Xin smiles.

“Hm.” Mu Qing takes a sip of his hot chocolate. “I’m glad I came.” he says quietly.

“I’m glad you came too.” Feng Xin smiles and wraps an arm around Mu Qing’s shoulder. Mu Qing tenses up at first, but soon relaxes into the warmth of his companion.

They sit in silence for a while, just staring at the unlit Christmas tree, and the snow lightly falling from the sky.

“Feng Xin, why did you ask me to come?”

“I told you already, Xie Lian and Crimson Rain couldn’t make it, so they gave the ticket to me and since no one else was free, i asked you.”

“Oh…”

More silence.

“Feng Xin, is this a date?” he asks him, eyes wide with hope.

“I mean, if you want it to be.” Feng Xin whispers, staring into those beautiful black eyes, reflecting the Christmas lights around them.

“Yeah, yeah i do.” Mu Qing moves in, and the lights around them softly illuminate him, reflecting off his silky black hair and making him look even prettier than he did at the ice rink.

“Then uh… wanna-”

He doesn’t even have to finish that sentence before Mu Qing dives in.

Feng Xin’s brain short circuits at that. He’d’ve never imagined that this would happen, much less for Mu Qing to initiate the kiss. He ia frozen in shock for a few seconds, but relaxes and melts into the kiss.

When they finally break apart, Mu Qing’s face is red as a beet and Feng Xin is at a loss for words.

“Wow…” Feng Xin says. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Mu Qing mutters, trying to get rid of the deep red blush that’s taking over his face. “That wasn’t so bad.” he gives up on trying to get the blush to disappear and just smiles at Feng Xin.

That sight makes Feng Xin’s heart do somersaults.

“Hey Mu Qing.”

“Hm?”

“I’m so glad that you agreed to come with me tonight,” he takes a deep breath. “So, would you like to be my boyfriend?”

Mu Qing’s breath hitches and it takes him a couple moments before he answers.

“Yes, yes I would.”

Feng Xin dives in for another kiss, and the Christmas tree lights up behind them.

End notes:

Feng Xin, calling Xie Lian after the Christmas Market: holy shit. I went to the Market with Mu Qing and we did a lot of cool stuff and we kissed and I asked him to be my boyfriend and I think I love him?

Xie Lian, who has known for years and gave him the ticket to the Christmas Market just to get him and Mu Qing on a date:

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Hey, folks. Thanks for reading this fic of mine, and I hope y'all have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.

Errors will be fixed when I feel like it... eventually, which is never.

Link to the AO3 fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43860684

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