#mortimick

Although, I did find this kinda weird but sweet one.

mmmm….mooooorrrttttt……

I hope you’re all looking forward to Christmas tomorrow! And if anyone’s wondering, yes, the Mortimick fanfic will come out tomorrow. And a special LIL BETSY drawing to boot!

For context, this is back when Mickey and Mortimer were dating.

It was a dark and chilly night, a little mouse was happily decorating his Christmas tree with his beloved pup. He hummed to himself as he hanged the last ornament.

“Well, that’s the last one, Pluto!”

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Mickey jumped and turned to his front door. Startled by the boisterous knocking that had sprung upon him. But soon, instead of feeling annoyed or frightened, he felt a stirring excitement in his core, as one would have while awaiting for their lover’s arrival.

Mickey turned to his dog with a smile,

“It’s him, boy!”

Mickey scurried down his ladder and ran towards the door— he flung it open!— He was greeted by a tall rat, wearing a poorly made Santa costume, with burlap sack and all!

“Hiya there, turtledove!”

Mickey chuckled, he always loved that nickname.

“Hiya Santa! C’mon in!”

Mortimer strutted inside, his sack making a light shuffling sound with every step, Mickey followed right next to him.

“I got a gift for ya.”

“Really?”

“Of course, you didn’t think I would come over empty handed, did’ja?”

He sat in the chair next to the Christmas tree, and put the sack next to him. He padded his knee, beckoning Mickey to come sit.

“Oh, gee, Mortimer….I don’t know..” Mickey said, his posture becoming much more sheepish.

“C’mon, Mick! I am Santa Claus, aren’t I?”

“Well…I guess you’re right..”

Mickey climbed onto Mortimer’s knee, it was much more comfortable than he expected.

“See? Nothin’ to scared of!” Mortimer said as he playfully scratched Mickey’s chin.

Mickey giggled in delight,

“Ok, ok, ok! Now, why’d ja want me to sit on your lap?”

“Oh, no reason, just for a Christmas tradition.”

“Like what?”

“Like…”

Mortimer put his hand in his back pocket.

“Mistletoe~”

He pulled out a small mistletoe that was suspended from a tiny piece of string.

“G-gee Mortimer…I-“

“Ah, ah, ah Ya know the rules Mick~ ya gotta kiss whoever’s under it~”

“W-well..ok..”

Mickey puckered his lips an-

MMMPUAH

MPWUAH

MPWUAH

MPWUAH

He was suddenly bombarded with kisses!

“H-Hey! Only one! Only one!”

Mortimer stopped.

“Who said anything about only one?”

Mortimer continued.

Mickey squealed with delight at his unexpected shower of love. He even gave a couple kisses himself, thinking about how absolutely romantic Mort—

RUFF

They both stopped. They both looked over at Pluto.

“What.” Mortimer sternly questioned, as if he was interrupted while doing something incredibly important.

Pluto stared at him with an unimpressed, almost exasperated look. It didn’t last long however, because he immediately put on a happy doggy face at Mickey. He lightly tugged at Mortimer’s sack with his teeth.

“Oh right, heh, My present!”

“Yeah… Your present..” Mortimer looked at Pluto with daggers.

He then opened up the sack, just enough to put his hand inside.

Mickey clasped his hands together in excitement, imagining all the wonderful things that Mortimer might’ve gotten him.

Mortimer noticed Mickey looking over.

“No peeking~” Mortimer wagged his finger at him.

Mickey nodded and covered his eyes, hearing only the shuffling of the burlap sack.

“Alright~ you can look now.”

Mickey uncovered his face.

His eyes widened.

“Mortimer…. Is this?”

“Yup. A model of the American Sternwheeler. Ya said you always wanted a steamboat, right?”

What laid delicately balanced in his hands was a miniature model of the American Sternwheeler. Mickey took it into his with the upmost care, amazed at the ship’s detail.

“I don’t…. I-I don’t know what to.. How did you..?”

“Let’s just say, I got connections.”

“Wow… thank you, Mortimer.”

Mickey looked up at him teary eyed, his look felt like a punch in the gut for Mortimer. His big sweet eyes, filled with joy and gratitude. The way his smile suspended ear-to-ear, he was such a sweetheart. Even the coldest heart would melt at the sight of him.

But soon, Mickey’s face turned into one of realization.

“Your gift!”

“My gift?”

“Of course! Here hold this.”

Mickey quickly darted up the stairs, Mortimer sat there dazed, then looked at Pluto.

He was met with a simple shrug.

“I Got it!”

Mickey came back down stairs, holding a small box.

“Here ya go..”

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Mortimer opened the box, inside was a watch. It had a leather wristband with a golden frame.

“I know it’s not as nice as your model, but I thought it would look good on you.”

Mortimer stared at the watch, his feelings were eating away at his very soul. A mix of guilt and gratitude filled him to the brim. Knowing that Mickey went out of his way to get him such a gift..

Gosh, what did he ever do to deserve him?

“Well, go ahead. Put it on.”

Mortimer, snapped out of his trance, took the watch out of it’s case, and wrapped it around his wrist. It was the perfect fit.

“I… I really appreciate this Mickey.”

“I’m glad.”

They both embraced one another, taking in each other’s warmth.

“I… I love ya Mickey.”

“I love you too.”

Aaaaand that’s the end! I know it’s kinda weird to make a Christmas fanfic even though Thanksgiving hasn’t even come around yet. But, I had this idea for a while now and wanted to get it out there. I also just wanted to make more Mortimick stuff in general.