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Happy holidays cheezykt! I love reading fluff but apparently not as good at writing it - hopefully there's enough domestic happiness to make a good gift. I had a ton of fun writing it so I hope you enjoy!

-- @fairysdarkestnight

“Hey Nezumi. Nezumi!” Shaking, then a deep sigh that carried the weight of someone who’d been up for hours. “I made some hot cocoa. It’s waiting for you in the kitchen.”

Nezumi groaned and rolled away from the voice that was trying to coax him from his cocoon of warmth. It was just too damn cold in No. 6 this time of year, and no amount of bribes would make him brave that. Living with Shion in the city had definitely made him soft, and the bitter cold mornings always made him feel that more pointedly. But also, having an electrically heated blanket was a luxury he was not going to give up any time soon.

“I also picked up some cherry cake from my mom’s shop, but if you don’t get out of bed soon I’ll eat it myself.”

Well, maybe he could be bribed just a little bit.

The actor blinked his eyes open and met the purple gaze of his partner, who was nearly bouncing with excitement beside the bed. A red hat with a puff ball on the end sat atop his head. “Come on, it’s Christmas!” An enthusiastic kiss (a little too enthusiastic for the sleepy morning) was pressed to his lips, and a matching hat was placed on his head. “Nezumi, I have the whole day planned out for us! There will be food, and dancing, and I spent the last month absolutely slaving away at work to get the Christmas Market up and running. You’re not going to ruin my plans with your stupidly attractive face.”

Said face broke into a grin, and Nezumi pulled Shion back into a more languid kiss. “We have all morning to spend together. I saw your agenda the other day. We have at least 45 minutes before we need to be anywhere.”

Shion laughed and pulled away. “Yes, and you’ll take an hour getting ready. I’ll meet you downstairs and we can head out.”

It was a rare occurrence when Nezumi’s face wasn’t enough to get him what he wanted. And somehow, all such occurrences only ever involved Shion. Nezumi sighed as he pushed his way out of his cocoon. If His Majesty wanted him dressed and presentable this early in the morning, well, at least he’d get some cake out of it.

Dawn was just breaking as they strolled hand in hand down the empty streets, sipping peppermint cocoa while Shion gave Nezumi the full tour of the market, and regaling him with the torrid tales of merchant rivalries and love affairs that had plagued his daily life for the last month.

Nezumi pretended like he wasn’t interested, but the way his eyes lit up when Shion mentioned that the blacksmith’s wife had been found with the councilman’s daughter told Shion that his partner was just as invested in the gossip as the rest of Shion’s coworkers. And that gleam when he revealed that said blacksmith had used one of the decorative swords he made (dull and useless of course, since the blacksmith was only a fancy title for the marketplace) to chase his wife out of his stall made Shion feel warm inside. Normally it was Nezumi who would bring home the work gossip from the theater, and being able to entertain Nezumi was often a difficult task.

The first stop on Shion’s self-titled Shion and Nezumi’s Grand Christmas Adventure was the ice skating rink that had been set up in the middle of the market. There was no one on the ice as planned.The market wouldn’t be open to even the vendors for another hour, which was the main reason that Shion had woken Nezumi up before dawn.

Neither man had skated before, so when Shion pulled out keys to unlock the rental counter, there was a brief flash of uncertainty. But two pairs of skates later, they were gliding across the ice like they’d been born to it. Or rather, Nezumi was gliding across the ice while Shion grabbed onto the side of the rink for dear life.

Cheeks pink with cold and exertion, Nezumi slid to a stop beside the struggling Shion, who was pouting at the other man’s effortless grace. “It’s not fair. You should be just as terrible at this as I am.”

Holding out a gloveless hand, Nezumi waited for Shion to reach out before speaking. “Pretend like we’re dancing. Look only at me and focus on nothing else. I won’t let you fall. Unless you step on my toes - it would hurt significantly more if you were to do so with the blades on these, and I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”

Shion laughed and took Nezumi’s hand. “I know you’d never leave me behind. You’ll always come back. Even if I step on your feet whenever we dance.”

With Nezumi leading, Shion finally got his feet under him and was able to skate next to him. But even once he found his balance, Shion refused to let go of Nezumi’s hand. As the sun’s rays fully illuminated the market, they mutually slowed to a stop.

From his pocket, Shion pulled a small square box with a small red ribbon and a bow on top. “I made this for you. Well, not all of it. Obviously I couldn’t make such an intricate piece of metalwork. At least not without studying the craft for several years. But I assembled it, which feels like it should count. I know it’s not anything as artistic or fancy as other gifts you might be used to receiving as Eve, but I wanted you to have something to remember me by when you’re performing. Not that I think you would forget or anything. Of course not. You have a skill for memorization so I don’t really–“

“Shion, shut up.”

Nezumi gently took the package from Shion and untied the ribbon as gently as he could without letting go of Shion’s hand (which mostly involved his teeth and a very talented tongue). Inside the box was a small locket on a chain, with the words Always on your side engraved under a photo of the two of them covered in flour from one of their disastrous attempts at a cherry cake for their anniversary (Karan banned them from her kitchen after that, even though Shion swears that the flour had been under too much pressure and that it was clearly the manufacturing company’s fault that their machines made flour that would explode).

“Thank you.” Nezumi leaned in and pressed his forehead to Shion’s. “And Merry Christmas.”

Shion’s face broke out into a smile that rivaled the sun reflecting off the ice. “Merry Christmas, Nezumi.”

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