DECEMBER NIGHTS - dandy mott x fem!reader
CW: killing & blood references, slight harsh language
SUMMARY: it’s christmas eve, and our beloved dandy’s attitude takes a turn for the worst when both him and dora start an argument with one another. he storms out of the house in his fit of rage, causing you to go out after him and show you’re lover how we should all be treating each other at this happy, festive, and loving time.
“Oo! It’s a cold one out there tonight!” Dora exclaimed, returning back into the house after previously shovelling some snow in the garden.
You took a look out the window, noticing that Dora wasn’t lying whatsoever. You smiled as you watched little snowflakes fall from the sky, landing softly onto the ground.
Dandy lay on the sofa nearby, grumbling at how he couldn’t open his presents just yet. He hated Christmas Eve. Getting to sleep was impossible. The excitement of all the surprises he’d soon be getting kept kicking in, practically making the poor dear totally desperate at this point.
He glanced towards where you were standing, also noticing the cold weather outside. Dandy barely managed to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the sight of snow. Just last week, he’d adored how frequently it was snowing this month. That was until he’d caught a horrific cold and found himself stuck in bed for the next few days. Sneezing, sniffling, and constantly coughing viciously throughout his time being ill. He recovered quickly, of course. With Dora’s homemade soup and you’re running around after him, he was better in no time.
He then moved his eyes to take a good look under the Christmas tree, scowling at the unopened presents laying underneath. Both you and his mother, Gloria, knew better than to put all his presents in the playroom. It didn’t take a genius to figure out how quickly they’d be torn open. They were for Christmas, and Christmas only.
“Miss, would you care for a quick snack? I’d be more than happy to fetch you some candy canes and s’mores?” Dora smiled at you.
“Oh that would be lovely! Yes, thank you.” You told her politely. She rushed off to the kitchen, preparing you’re batch of sweet treats.
Dandy only scoffed, slightly offended that Dora hadn’t even offered him anything. Not that it was that big of a deal. If he wanted something THAT much, he could easily kick up a fuss and his mother would insist that Dora get him what he wanted right that second.
Dora soon returned with you’re snacks, setting them down on the glass table.
“Enjoy!” She said, just getting ready to leave the room.
“You never asked if I wanted anything.”
Both Dora and yourself stared at Dandy who was now sat with a massive frown on his face.
“Dandy, you know i’ll share with you!” You told him happily, holding out the plate of candy canes.
He pushed them away, looking back to Dora.
“Boy, you know damn well if you want anything you’re just meant to ask. I made enough for the both of you, so stop you’re complaining.” Dora scolded him.
Dandy quickly leaned forward closer to Dora, his temper slowly starting to break.
“You’re the maid. If you offer one person, then you will offer the rest. It’s simply just having manners, Dora.”
“Hah!” She laughed. “Manners? Oh, you ain’t seriously gonna talk to me about manners.. are you? And I don’t need to offer you! Because everyone in this house knows you’ll demand for it anyway!”
Dandy furiously stood up from his spot on the sofa, marching towards the exit of the room. “Shut up, Dora! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!”
You heard him stomp his way downstairs, heading straight for the front entrance. You ran to go get him, but the door had already been slammed shut.
Dora watched you leave after him. “That boy is one rude little shit..” She grumbled under her breath.
You tried to see through the snowy blizzard, roaming around the street just a tad bit away from the Mott household. Before you left, Dandy’s car hadn’t moved an inch. So you knew he was just out in this cold weather, alone.
A car passed by, the headlights shining brightly. As it drove off, you saw the shape of a man standing close by.
The man was quick to whip his head around, shivering pitifully. “Darling? Is that you?”
Well, that one was voice you certainly recognised..
You felt a wave of relief pass over you, approaching you’re cold beloved and beginning to feel unsatisfied with his lack of warm clothing.
“Oh Dandy.. you must be freezing! We need to go back home, love.”
“No!” He snapped. “I don’t want to go back and see her. She’ll hold this against me like she does with every other little thing I do wrong!”
You reached out for him, pulling you’re lover closer. “Sweetheart, please. It’s Christmas Eve. We don’t want to miss tomorrow, hmm? All those lovely presents under the tree.. just waiting for you to tear them open.”
You noticed the now intrigued look on his face. His eyes darted from one place to another as he shivered. The vision of a perfect Christmas with the two of you sneaking it’s way into his mind.
“Dandy, this is a time where we should all be happy together. Not arguing nor holding grudges. Come now, we’ll leave and get into more comfortable clothing. I doubt you want to catch another cold.”
He cringed at the thought of becoming ill again and took you’re hand, happily walking back to the mansion.
You heard him giggle softly. “Y/n, when we arrive back home, can I open one of my presents?”
“Dandy, Dandy, Dandy.. what am I going to do with you?” You smiled.
