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Twelfth Day of Gift-Giving: Gift Ideas
Prompt(s): jewelry + polaroid camera
We can have a little Christmassy angst & pining. As a treat 🖤 (another standalone, the main story will be continued...later this week 😌)
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“Janne told me he’s buying Joel a dildo."
Olli snorted the mouthful of coffee he had just sipped back into his paper cup.
“What?!”
“For that stupid Secret Santa thing," Tommi explained. "He got Joel. Said he’s gonna write him a card saying ‘Merry Christmas, go fuck yourself’.”
With his mouth now empty – and provided with proper context for the anecdote – Olli was now able to laugh at it.
“Just what he needs, really.”
“D’you mind if we pop down to some stores on our way? I still need to buy mine for Porko.”
“Yeah, sure. Haven’t bought mine either.” Olli didn’t have much else scheduled for his Tuesday than a coffeeshop slash passport picture date with Tommi, so he might as well try to get the whole Secret Santa gift exchange fuss over and done with in time before the band Christmas party on Saturday.
“Who did you get?” Tommi asked and bit into his Christmas star pastry.
“I ain’t telling you. It’s Secret Santa, if I may remind you.”
“So Aleksi?”
Olli brought his cup back to his mouth, hoping it might at least partially hide the sudden blush creeping on his cheeks.
“When are you gonna tell him?”
“Tell him what,” Olli said laconically. Somehow, playing dumb was much easier than facing the truth. That was why it annoyed Olli to no end how he never stood a chance when Tommi as much as raised his eyebrow at him.
“Why should I tell him?”
“Don’t you think he deserves to know?”
The question made Olli sigh heavily, out of sheer frustration.
What right does Aleksi have to know, huh? How does he deserve to know that I can’t stop fucking thinking about him any more than I deserve this bullshit misery I’ve dug myself into? Or perhaps I do deserve it, in fact, just as a punishment for having fallen for him in the first place. Aleksi, on the other hand? All he's done has been just being his amazing, funny, sexy self to deserve nothing but blissful ignorance.
“Dunno.”
The creases on Tommi’s forehead softened.
“You’ll make your own decisions of course, but just… consider it. It might help you… you know…”
To get over him? To move on and forget about him, because it’s not like he’s ever gonna feel the same about me, and even if he did, by some goddamn miracle, it wouldn’t change a thing because he’s engaged to be married next spring? If anything, it would only make matters worse, thank you very much.
“Sure, I’ll think about it.” Olli chucked down the rest of his coffee, still so hot it almost burned his throat. “Well, let’s go then?” Without waiting for an answer, he stood up and grabbed his coat from the back of the chair he was sat on and headed towards the shopping mall escalator, not stopping to see if Tommi was keeping up with him. He did hear the long sigh with a beaten undertone to it but hoped that would be the end of that conversation.
~*~
Still empty-handed after visiting a number of stores at the mall, Tommi pulled on Olli’s sleeve as they passed a jeweller’s.
“I wonder if they have something under twenty euros there?”
“Worth a shot,” Olli shrugged, although he had already more or less given up on finding anything he’d want to give Aleksi for Christmas that wouldn’t scream either ‘I’m crushing on you so fucking bad that I will go insane if you look at me like the way you did that night in Berlin one more time’ or ‘hey, bro, have this stupid boob-shaped flower pot as a token of my brotherly affection, because I’m totally cool with the fact you’re getting married to someone that’s not me and that I’ll never get to have you the way I want you… bro’.
As soon as they entered a shop, Tommi’s face lit up when he spotted a display of cheap children’s earrings.
“Hell yeah, now we’re talking. Oh, look, Little My ones!” Tommi picked up a box with a pair of stud earrings inside, a poorly-painted Moomin character as decoration.
“They sure would fit Porko’s new stage fit,” Olli smiled wryly.
“Yep, that’s my gift for Porko settled,” Tommi agreed, checking the bottom of the box for the price. “Have you found anything for Aleksi yet?”
Olli then pretended to look around the selection of jewellery and shrugged.
“How’s about one of those fake septum rings? Since he seems to like the one he already has.” Tommi nodded towards a shelf displaying a collection of fake piercings in various colours and styles.
Olli swallowed. He did not need a reminder of Aleksi’s new-found love for piercings, not after that one night Olli had, lying in his bed at night going out of his mind missing Aleksi’s stupid face, been browsing Aleksi’s social media accounts until a picture of the man Olli had never seen before, with his neck and eyelids painted black and a ring decorating his septum, appeared on his phone screen. Promptly Olli had ignored the other piece of jewellery Aleksi had been wearing on his left ring finger and had begun grinding against the mattress with his eyes nailed to Aleksi’s face until he had come inside his boxers, his moans and gasps muffled by a pillow.
He hadn’t felt proud of himself afterwards, even though it was hardly the first time he had masturbated to the thought of Aleksi.
“That one looks cool,” Tommi pointed at a septum ring with decorations imitating brass knuckles. “I think Aleksi might like it,” Tommi pointed out helpfully before heading towards the check-out counter, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he admired the perfect gift he had found for Porko.
Aleksi would like it for sure, but what about Olli’s own sanity?
Fuck it, he thought nevertheless and grabbed the damned ring before walking after Tommi.
~*~
So far, Olli had succeeded in keeping a sensible distance to Aleksi without seeming like he was avoiding him, while also holding on to the last bits of his mental health. At least Aleksi wasn’t wearing that ridiculous(ly hot) fake piercing, even if Olli did have to restrain himself from staring at Aleksi's unruly hair and the front of his tight black t-shirt for too long, or else he might have actually begun to weep by Aleksi’s feet.
Joonas loved the Little My earrings Tommi had bought him, and Janne did, indeed, gift Joel a large, pink dildo just as he had threatened, which resulted in a round of immature laughter as the silicone sex toy was passed around. When it came to Aleksi’s turn to open his present, Olli made sure to look everywhere else except at him.
“Oh, wow, this is cool.” Aleksi brought the little box almost to his nose for a closer inspection. “Really cool, actually.”
In his moment of weakness, Olli dared a glance at Aleksi, only to find he was looking straight back at him in return.
“Thanks,” Aleksi said. Olli wasn’t sure he even wanted to know what had blown his cover.
Not exactly in his best Christmas spirits, and even less in the mood of being everyone’s centre of attention, Olli dawdled unwrapping his present until everyone else was already gawking at the silly knick-knacks and tacky accessories they had been gifted by fellow bandmates or members of the crew. Luckily his was hidden inside a simple paper bag, so he could easily sneak a look in without making a show of tearing it open from wrapping paper.
When he saw what was inside, he swore his heart stopped for a second or two.
He was looking at a polaroid camera, but instead of a brand-new, never-before-used one, he had been given his own polaroid camera, the one he had lost during their European tour in the fall. It had been broken that night, dropped on the floor one too many times, and on top of that someone had stolen it right from their table towards the end of their afterparty in a crowded local bar. He had pretended not to be bothered by the loss, even though snapping random, aesthetic shots at their tour locations had been his favourite pastime during those weeks; at least it had given him something else to do and think about than drowning himself in his heartache.
Aleksi was the only one who would’ve known how upset he actually had been about the stolen camera, for Olli had (literally) cried about it to him afterwards in their hotel room, too tipsy on cheap German beer to care how Aleksi might have perceived him. It was Olli’s best and worst memory from that tour; falling asleep with his face buried in the crook of Aleksi’s neck, waking up with a throbbing headache and his yearning for the man stronger than ever.
Although Olli had immediately recognized the camera from the slight dent on its side, he still reached for it to pick it up in his hands, just to make sure it really was the same one he had lost – or thought he had, it now seemed. With a trembling finger he turned the camera on and couldn’t help the soft gasp that left his mouth when he saw the device coming to life, which had not happened the last time Olli had held it in his hands. Then he proceeded to take a picture of the pile of torn wrapping paper on the table in front of him and watched as a still blacked-out picture slid out of the machine.
Suddenly the private room they had rented for the night at a downtown Oulu restaurant felt too small and suffocating around him, so he set the picture and the camera on the table and stormed outside.
The frigid coldness of the outdoors punched the air out of Olli’s lungs, forcing him lean against the brick wall by the back door of the restaurant to catch his breath. At least it was winter and the terrace was empty; he didn’t exactly need witnesses for his little meltdown.
He wasn’t granted the privilege of privacy for too long, however, because a moment later, the back door opened, letting out the cheerful chitter-chatter of the restaurant for a couple of seconds before muffling it again.
“Everything okay?” Aleksi asked him. Olli could only bring himself to nod.
“I, ummm… I had your camera fixed.”
“I noticed."
“Sorry I had to steal it first though. I didn’t meant to, in fact I was just trying to make sure you wouldn’t lose it, but then I just… then you… fuck, nevermind.”
A small cloud erupted in the cold winter air as Aleksi sighed heavily.
“It’s fucking cold in here,” he said when the cloud had disappeared and stroke his bare arms. “Let’s go back inside?”
“Yeah, you go, I’m just gonna… I need another breath of fresh air, if you don’t mind.”
“Okay,” Aleksi said quietly, but showed no other signs of leaving his side.
Olli wondered if the silence between them was as deafening to Aleksi as it was to him.
“Thanks for the piercing, by the way. It’s fucking cool.”
“How did you know it was from me?” Olli couldn’t help himself any longer and blurted out the question or else he’d go mute for good.
Aleksi chuckled. “Christmas magic, I guess.”
Olli almost felt like telling Aleksi to shove his ‘Christmas magic’ to you-know-where for giving him such an annoyingly vague answer instead of a serious one, and he supposed Aleksi understood his passive-aggressive silence as the man continued a moment later:
“I, uhhh…” he paused to chuckle, “I may have gone through everyone to figure out who was your Secret Santa and then switched with them. And now I sort of regret it, I mean… I should’ve just given the camera to you weeks ago. I’m sure Niko would’ve gifted you something that wasn’t as… creepy.”
“It’s not creepy,” Olli shook his head. “It’s very thoughtful, actually. Thank you. I… god, I hadn’t even thanked you yet,” he groaned, hiding his face in his hands for lack of anything better to do with himself. Aleksi had just given him the sweetest, most unbelievable Christmas gift Olli could have dared to wish from the ridiculous Secret Santa humbug Joonas made them do every single year, and he couldn’t even bring himself to be thankful from all his pining and grief? Such a friend he was.
(Aleksi did deserve better.)
“So you’re not mad at me for taking your camera and not telling you?”
Olli shook his head again.
“No.”
How could I ever?
“Good,” Aleksi nodded. His teeth had begun clattering. “Fuck, it’s freezing tonight. I could never live this up north.”
Please don’t remind me.
“You should go back inside. I’ll be right behind you.”
“No, I can wait. Keep you company.” Aleksi shoved his hands in his jean pockets, casually as if he wasn’t literally shivering from the cold. “I mean. Unless you want me to go.”
If Olli had been even half as strong as he would’ve liked to be, he would’ve ordered Aleksi to leave him alone so he could dwell in his misery in peace. Tragically, the part of him that craved to be near Aleksi always trumped any other feeling.
“Just stay. If you want to. Although I’m afraid I’m not the best company right now.”
He could feel Aleksi look at him, patiently waiting for him to elaborate.
“Is there anything I can do to help that?”
Is there? Let’s see. You could throw that ring of yours in the Bay of Bothnia and call off the wedding for starters, or if you can't do that, then at least cross my name off the guest list, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to witness your happiness next May, as selfish as it sounds. Or then I guess you could pull me in your arms like you did when I cried to about how grief-stricken I was about having my camera stolen and maybe even let me fall asleep on your chest one last time, for old times’ sake, before I’ll pack my bags and move to the North Pole perhaps, or some place else that’s too cold for these thoughts of you to follow me.
“Not much, I’m afraid.”
Next to him in the dark, Aleksi nodded. Yet, he made no effort to leave his side, although by then he must have been struggling to appear unbothered by the cold in just a thin t-shirt and jeans.
After a while, when Olli himself was starting to feel the effect of the minus degrees, Aleksi shuffled closer to him; not quite touching him, but close enough to easily rest his chin on Olli’s shoulder if he wished to; close enough for Olli to hear his shivering breaths in his ear.
“Olli, I… I should tell you. While I still can.”
It was laughable how just one sentence was all it took to bring Olli’s hopes back up from the gutter. Not awfully high, but on the surface, as if to make sure they'd still be alive to maximise the pain on the way back down to the depths of his agony.
Because there were times Olli had asked himself if the lingering looks or touches they shared meant as much to Aleksi as they meant to him. He had spent many a sleepless night wondering if there really had been something other than friendly fooleries going on in between them when Aleksi had pinned him against the backstage couch in Berlin or whether Olli had only imagined the thirst he had seen Aleksi’s his eyes. Sometimes he stayed up until morning, trying to come up with a rational explanation to why Aleksi had been texting with him throughout the night instead of being asleep next to his fiancée.
Maybe he was just bored. Maybe he couldn’t sleep for whatever reason; literally any other reason than what Olli hoped would be the truth.
“Tell me what?” His voice was shaking, but not because of the cold.
“That I, ummm… that I’m… Oh.”
Instead of finishing what he was about to say, Aleksi reached for his back pocket and took out his phone, a soft buzz sounding from it. Another cold silence fell on them as Aleksi stared at the screen, studying the notification that had popped. Only then Olli could dare a look at the man, his face illuminated by the blue glow of the phone screen.
Olli decided he’d be better off not asking who it was that was missing him, afraid he knew the answer already.
“Ummmm… Nevermind.” Aleksi sighed at the phone before putting it away. Then he reached his hand to brush the back of Olli’s palm lightly. Aleksi’s touch was surprisingly warm and gentle, yet it sent shivers down Olli’s spine.
“Don’t freeze yourself to death, okay? I’mma head back inside.”
Olli was left staring at Aleksi’s back before it disappeared inside the restaurant, leaving him to voice his response to the pitch-black wintery night instead.
I might as well, he said in his mind, as I’m sure it would be less painful a way to go than dying from this torture of being in love with you.
#blind channel fanfiction#blind channel rpf#24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling#ollixallu#this is awful actually. like. downright mean even and i'm sorry (no i'm not <3)#but at least this was inspired by /those/ pictures of aleksi 👀#shame about the septum being a fake one tho :\#ironically this is also the only one that's a little more christmassy#in the sense that there's christmas shopping and a pre-christmas party (pikkujoulut) involved#i promise tomorrow we'll be back to funsies again 😇#i've just been writing one sappy story after another lol i needed a break 😮💨
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@futuristicallyfatwombat @moomin-secret-gift-exchange
Happy spring! I’m not confident enough in my art for it to be a standalone gift so I do hope that making two (mildly different) aesthetic board desktop wallpapers will do!
Also sorry I posted this so late, I had every intention on posting it sooner but I had no wifi
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Nothing like going home on a sunny Spring day <3
this is my submission for the @moomin-secret-gift-exchange to @mrcatlion
I hope you like it!
#moomin-secret-gift-exchange#moomingiftexchange#moomins#snufkin#my art#digital art#Fanart#moominvalley#sorry ive been so quiet just going through some mental health stuff but im slowly working on my other stuff i swear im not dead#i really hope you like this it was really fun to make a secret gift for someone so i hope its good enough >w<#moomin
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Look at these girls, they are in love. 🌱🌻
This was my first time drawing this pairing, but they are good together. 💕
For @shaelthefangirl in participation of the @moomin-secret-gift-exchange
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Pt 2 - The Gifts of Moominvalley
So here’s the translated diary entries, event summaries, and some mini-translations for year 1 Summer in the Moomin DS game!
Oh, there’s some really cute content in this one.
What is this? About the game and these posts
Year 1
Spring | Summer | Autumn
Year 2
Spring | Summer | Autumn
The Winter Party (Summer Year 1)
Too-Ticky told us something wonderful today. While we’re all hibernating in winter, everyone awake has a “Christmas Party”. Snufkin and everyone else in Moominvalley came to our Christmas party today and had a great time.
Friends are the most precious thing, aren’t they?
Oh this event is so precious. It opens with Too-Ticky dropping by Moominhouse for a chat (weirdly, talking about how busy she is with work?). While there, Moomin immediately pesters her with questions about winter. She tells him all about Christmas parties, and the Moomins are immediately intrigued and naturally want to take part. Despite it being the height of summer, they decide to just go ahead and throw one now anyway. Mamma and Little My set to work making food and decorations, Pappa sets off to chop down a fir tree, and Moomin goes out to invite everyone in town.
Unfortunately, as soon as you go out you discover Snufkin is nowhere to be found. Since he normally just paces around the same four feet by the river, this is very unusual. After you invite everyone, if you talk to everyone again Moomin will ask if they’ve seen Snufkin around, having no luck.
Moomin returns to Moominhouse, a bit despondent. He helps Little My with making decorations, but is clearly out of it, complaining that Snufkin has left for winter early. Little My responds with:
“Is his tent still there?”
“Yes.”
“Then he’s clearly coming back, you idiot.”
After looking up stuff about Christmas in Pappa’s library in order to decide where to put the tree (because just...common sense isn’t enough, I guess), Snufkin finally comes back. Moomin immediately rushes out to see him. Since this little exchange is very cute, here’s a link to a video of it, and I’m going to do a direct translation below:
Moomin: Welcome back Snufkin!
Snufkin: Ah, Moomin…
Moomin: Where did you go?
Snufkin: I just went a little past the Lonely Mountains. I thought I might come up with a new tune while I was there.
Snufkin: Did you need anything from me?
Moomin: Well, um, Snufkin. Today we’re having a Christmas party at my house. You’ll come, won’t you, Snufkin?
Snufkin: Christmas…?
Snufkin: Moomin, you know Christmas is a winter holiday, right?
Moomin: Yeah. But since we’re all hibernating in winter, we’ve never had a Christmas party before. So, we decided to try it now.
Snufkin: Ah, I get it now. I’d be happy to attend.
Moomin: ❤️ [no, really. He gets a little heart over his head]
Moomin then rushes off to invite the Fillyjonk and her children, coming up with the excuse that it’s a welcoming party for them so she’ll let the children attend. The family translate the three together, putting Pappa’s model boat on it, and one of Mamma’s roses for the stars, and everyone turns up for the party. It is extremely cute!
Just before this event, you also unlock the hemulen’s encyclopedia! He wants you to collect flowers, obviously. But he also gives you a flowerpot to grow flowers in your room, as well as a watercan and some tulip seeds to start you off.
The Shipwreck (Summer Year 1)
Something amazing happened today! After that big storm, I found a wrecked boat washed up on the beach.
It was really broken, but Snufkin and Pappa worked together to fix it. Pappa loves adventures, so he seemed really happy. I’m looking forward to going on an adventure at sea too.
This event is also adorable. It starts off with Snufkin warning Moomin that there’s bound to be a storm coming. He runs off to shelter in Moominhouse as it hits. The next day, Pappa tells Moomin that after storms like this, interesting things wash up on the beach. Moomin runs off to investigate, and finds a wrecked ship. Excited, he runs back to ask Pappa to help him fix it, so they can use it. Snufkin tags along to help too. Moomin saws down some trees for lumber (yes Pappa gave that 8 year old a saw and no he did not go to supervise. It’s fine), Mamma makes a new sail, and the ship is ready to go.
Throughout, Moomin is trying to keep this a secret from Little My who is obviously very 👀 about it. I’m sure that wont’ come to anything though...
Exploring Ghost Island (Summer Year 1)
Today we set off over the sea for the first time today – my heart was racing the whole time! Pappa looked just like a sea captain, he seemed very reliable and impressive. I’ll be like Pappa too someday!
Come to think of it, on Ghost Island I found a big stone. It looked like it had something written on it...
So, next day you set off on the ship! And, obviously, Little My turns up at dawn to tag along, despite Moomin’s best efforts to keep this secret. RIP Moomin. You head out and find a small island, setting up camp for the night. The next morning, Pappa sends you out to explore the island. There isn’t that much on it - some fruit you can’t get on the mainland, as well as a fishing spot and some shells. You also stumble across what is quite clearly a gravestone, but the writing on it is degraded and Moomin can’t read it.
While exploring, you keep hearing random noises and seeing random movements. Little My is convinced there is another living thing on the island, and is trying to hunt it down. Snufkin is just staring at the sea and saying weird shit about how wonderful it would be to try and run with the waves (to which Moomin’s response is just like ‘Uh. Okay’).
After you return to Pappa, he says it’s about time to pack up and head back. You go and collect Little My (furiously resisting because she hasn’t tracked down whatever it is) and Snufkin. You all report on what you found, incluidng the strange noises and movements. Based on that, Pappa names the island ‘Ghost Island’. I assume you can come back and find more to this place, but I haven’t done that yet!
Onto Autumn Year 1
#clefairy translates moomins diary#clefairy plays moomin okurimono#moomin#moomin tani no okurimono#ムーミン谷のおくりもの#snufmin#Yes I'm tagging it that because bless Moomin's wee heart.
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Welcome home with cherry blossoms
I did this piece for @kuragehime1 for the @moomin-secret-gift-exchange I'm pretty proud of it if I do say so myself.
And if you're distracted by how cute it is you almost don't notice that I forgot to draw snufkins hat :)
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#art tag#gay talks#moomingiftexchange#it was gonna be on the picnic blanket in front of them but i realised too late that i forgot it 😔😔😔#f in chat for snufkins hat#anyway i really hope you like it!!! i noticed you had a very clear aesthetic so it was pretty easy to get inspired#also your blog is beautiful#i hope my partner doesn't struggle too much considering my blog mentions literally none of my aesthetic oop#moomin#snufmin#snufkin
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My entry of the @moomin-secret-gift-exchange for @ze-smol-snek! I hope it’s alright! :)
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Come and Find Me
On the way back to Moomin Valley, Snufkin gets very, very sick. And while he's delirious from fever, he lets a few secrets slip that he'd never meant to reveal.
Whumptober Day 3: Delirious
Springtime Trio
Snufkin stared into the flames of his campfire.
They blurred around the edges as his eyes unfocused, and he was too tired to do anything but stare into the dancing flames, too tired to try and get his eyes to focus again.
He was so, so sore and so very tired.
It had been a rough winter, this last month in particular. Rain and being chased from towns, towns that were trying to be 'perfect' and didn't want travelers.
At least, not travelers like Snufkin, vagabonds that didn't care for rules and signs and in being properly picturesque.
He'd left traveler's signs outside them warning others, but that didn't help him much. He'd gotten used to places like Moomin Valley, where people were curious about the traveler and gave him a warm welcome in exchange for stories, or places where people were kind. It had been a long time since he'd had to be reminded that they were.
Between the rain and the tumble he'd taken down the steep hill, the brief altercation with the townspeople who didn't want someone 'out of place' in their 'perfect' (stifling, rigid, suffocating, stagnant) town, Snufkin had caught...something. He'd thought it was a cold, at first.
He had a good immune system, a gift of his parentage and built up stronger from all the years on his own out in the woods, but even he wasn't immune to the misery of a cold.
But it wouldn't go away. And it kept getting worse.
Snufkin brewed up what medicines he could, but this wasn't a cold anymore. He wasn't sure what it was, only that it was growing beyond a cold, and so there was only so much he could do.
He didn't want to back to Moomin Valley like this. They worried about him enough without him coming back sick this year, let alone as sick as he felt. They would all fuss when he left, Moomin would be kept awake when he should have hibernated out of worry, come wintertime.
He wanted to be in Moomin Valley so, so badly. To let Moominmamma fuss over him and give him something that would make him feel better no matter how vile it tasted and give him a space to hide away in that was safe and warm until he felt better. To fall asleep to Moomin reading something aloud to him while Snorkmaiden made tea and sewed nearby to keep them company. To have Little My teasing him to get better and badgering him for stories.
So his feet carried him toward Moomin Valley, slower than usual, without his input.
Continue on AO3
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Moomin Art/fanfic gift exchange:
This is the official post that opens this exchange to you all, anyone who can draw or write can participate, no matter the skill level.
To maximize the fun of this secret santa we must establish some ground rules:
1) Sorry to say this but no NSFW or major gore, I want this exchange to be friendly for everyone.
2) No toxic or Incest ships, but otherwise all other ships are welcome!
3) Don’t reveal yourself to your exchange buddy, self explainitory really. if you have a question ask anomolously or ask me and I will pass it on.
4) Have fun!! Apart from these rules you can ask for anything you want! Any character, Any ship, Any AU, The limit is the sky!
All who want to contribute can find the form here.
The form will be closed by monday 12th August at which the date of completion for the gifts will be decided. If you have any further questions or problems don’t hesitate to ask.
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Gifts to You - RENJUN
Here’s the second of the seven scenarios for @dolphine-chenle for the @nctinc and @playnct NCTzen Secret Santa! Enjoy!
Pairing: Renjun x fem!reader
Genre: fluff, idol!au, drabble
Word Count: 1.4k
Imagine exchanging Christmas gifts with Renjun...
Masterlist | Drabbles Masterlist
It’s quiet in the dorm where you sit with Renjun. There’s a small Christmas tree in the corner with multiple gifts underneath and around it, and the floor is littered with bits of cookies and dishes you cooked up together.
You sit on the couch, snuggled into Renjun’s side. He has an arm around you, and every now and then he fiddles with your hair a little. It feels nice.
“It’s really quiet without the rest of the boys,” you mumble, half-asleep.
“Mm,” Renjun agrees softly. “I kinda miss them.”
You feel a stab of sympathy. Mark went home to Vancouver for Christmas, and the others are spending time with their families. Chenle managed to get a plane back home to China, or he would’ve been with you too. Only Renjun wasn’t able to go home.
Your parents decided to go visit your older brother at university in New York, so you’re alone for the holidays too.
“Me too,” you agree.
It’s the night before Christmas, and the two of you fall asleep on the couch, cuddled into each other’s sides.
~~~
Renjun’s annoying alarm wakes you up at seven in the morning. You blink blearily, trying to get your bearings.
You snatch up Renjun’s phone, ready to snooze the alarm, but the date stops you short.
It’s Christmas!
Next to you, Renjun stirs, groaning slightly from falling asleep in such an awkward position.
“Renjun, it’s Christmas!” you say excitedly, poking his side. He mumbles something you can’t quite hear before opening his eyes.
“Christmuth?”
“Christmas, Renjun, Christmas!!”
Finally, something clicks in his brain, and his eyes widen.
The two of you zoom over to the small Christmas tree in the corner of the room, eagerly looking at the gifts underneath. Together, you sort them into different piles- some are for the other members, but most are left for you and your boyfriend.
You take turns opening your gifts. First is a beautiful new notebook from your parents, hardcover and shimmering white and blue. You hug it close, remembering when you offhandedly mentioned that you were running out of space to write in your old diary. You will definitely use this one next.
From Mark to Renjun is an English dictionary. You snort at Renjun’s unimpressed expression. “It’s the thought that counts,” you say, stifling laughter.
“Easy for you to say. You’re already fluent,” Renjun grouches, tossing you another gift.
Haechan has given you a signed, framed, photo of him.
“Jesus Christ,” you say, gazing at the photo in grudging admiration for just the amount of guts that kid has. “Now I wonder what he got you.”
Renjun’s rolling around the floor laughing. “Shut up! At least he didn’t get me an English dictionary!”
That sobers Renjun a little, enough so that he can catch the gift you throw at him, also from Haechan.
It’s another signed and framed picture of the boy himself.
“I think for Christmas next year I’m going to give the boys a course on how to select appropriate presents for people,” you say as Renjun rummages through the small pile of gifts.
“I wholeheartedly support that decision,” he agrees, handing you another package, this time from Jeno.
“Jeno’s a good kid. Let’s see what he got me,” you say, unwrapping the gift with slight hesitation.
Inside is a book you’ve been dying to read for months but couldn’t because the library didn’t have it. “Oh my god,” you breathe. “I love Jeno so, so much.”
Renjun fakes betrayal, holding his hands close to his heart. “More so than me?” he gasps. You scooch over to him, hugging him tightly. “Of course not, Renjunnie,” you say.
“Good. Let’s see what he got me.”
Inside his package is yet another Moomin plushie.
“Another?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.
He glares at you over the plushie. “There’s no such thing as too much Moomin, Y/N!”
“Whatever you say,” you mutter, selecting Mark’s gift from your pile.
A half hour passes in this manner, groaning and yelling over some gifts, promising revenge over others, and holding a few of them close to your heart.
You’ve left your gifts from each other for last, and it’s with slightly trembling fingers that you reach for the package he hands to you. He takes the box you extend to him with equal nervousness.
God, you hope he likes your gift.
“You open yours first,” you both say at the same time. You glare at him. “You first!”
“Fine,” Renjun grumps, putting you in a chokehold. “When did you get so demanding?”
You look up at him in annoyance. “Let me out!”
He does, thankfully, and begins to take the wrapping paper off your gift carefully. You watch him closely, trying to gauge his every reaction.
The wrapping paper finally comes off, and two books tumble to the ground. Renjun picks the first up, flipping through the pages eagerly.
It’s a Moomin sketchbook you saw at the arts and crafts store about a month earlier. When you saw it, your thoughts immediately flew to Renjun, and you knew you had to get it.
“Do you like it?” you ask hesitantly.
“Do I like it?” he asks, looking at you with shining eyes. “I love it! Thank you, Y/N.”
You grin. “Then look at the other thing that fell out.”
He puts the sketchbook down carefully to pick up the other thin booklet.
On the front is a picture of NCT Dream and you, smiling widely for the camera. You remember that day. Taeyong took the picture.
It was the day of their first win.
Renjun flips through the pages silently, taking in every single picture. Some include you, some are of just him. Some are candids, and others are posed. Many include the Dreamies.
And on the last page is a picture of just him and you, laughing together as you sit on the couch. You hadn’t known Yuta had taken that one until he showed it to you, and though you were annoyed at first that he’d taken a picture without you knowing, you quickly got over it when you saw how cute Renjun looked.
Underneath, in your neat handwriting, is written, “Thank you for always being with me.”
Renjun’s eyes are glassy now as he tries to hold back tears. “This…”
“Took me hours to make, Renjun, so don’t cry on it now,” you say, closing the book and placing it on the table next to you. You wrap your arms around your boyfriend, and he buries his face in your shoulder. “Thank you,” he mumbles, voice muffled by your hair.
You stay in that position for some time until Renjun finally pulls away, motioning for you to open his gift.
The box is beautifully wrapped, with a nice ribbon bow and gorgeous wrapping paper. You take care not to rip the paper as you open it, carefully pulling the tape off of each edge.
Inside is another small box and two signed albums.
“What…”
“EXO. Signed by all members,” Renjun supplies.
“Holy shit.” You hug the two albums to your chest, gazing at your boyfriend with wide eyes. “I can’t believe you got these for me.”
“It was no sweat,” Renjun mumbles, trying to downplay his emotions. “I just asked them if they had extra albums and if they could sign them.”
“Shut up, you dummy,” you say, flinging your arms around him yet again. “God, I love you.”
Those three words make you freeze, and you feel Renjun tense up as well. Embarrassed and shy, you let go quickly. “Sorry if that was too fast.”
“N-no,” Renjun says, still looking shell-shocked. “I’m just… surprised.”
“Well, I hope you know it’s true,” you say, looking away shyly.
Renjun smiles widely.
You turn your attention to the small box that’s left to avoid squealing over how adorable his smile is.
Inside is a locket, with a little picture of Renjun on the left side and you on the right.
You really can’t hold back your emotions as you stare into the tiny locket. A tear wells up in your eye, and a huge grin stretches your face.
“I love it,” you breathe, gazing at your boyfriend. “Thank you.”
Renjun laughs shyly, taking the locket from you. He turns you around and clasps it around your neck.
“It’s beautiful,” you say, looking down at it.
“I’d say the one that wears it,” he says, so quiet you almost don’t hear it.
“Why are you so sweet?” you whine. “It makes me feel bad.”
“Don’t be,” Renjun says, pulling you closer. “I love you the way you are.”
When you recover from his words, you two sit there, leaning against the couch as you talk and laugh. You miss your family and friends, but for now, you’re content.
Having Renjun with you is enough.
He and his love are a gift to you.
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