#whsecretsanta

Hello @solarsollux! 🎉🎄🎊 I'm your secret Santa! 🎅

Here for you Joel! ❄️

Here your SS @yukiyastolemywizardessheart i’m your secret santa (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ 

This is a secret Santa for @celetta . Sorry it’s very short and not really that good, I have been busy with studying for school and I am having writers block at the moment even though I know those aren’t really good enough excuses. I know it’s really bad and I’m very sorry. I will hopefully write some more for you, I would really like to. I should be okay writing now that I’m on holiday.

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This was it, the moment Sigurd had been waiting for. It was a chilly Christmas Eve, yourself and him wrapped up in a blanket next to the fire. Sigurd checked to see if you were asleep but thankfully you had fallen asleep fast.

Creeping up from the blankets, trying not to make a sound, Sigurd tip toed upstairs to your shared bedroom and into his closet. He spent a good ten minutes trying to remember where he put your very important gift. Apparently he had left it under his underwear thinking that you wouldn't see.

With the box in hand he crept back downstairs and edged his way to the Christmas tree. He placed the blue box near the back of the tree, so when you began opening them his present would be the last. Sigurd let out a nervous laugh, nearly waking you up. He steadies himself and checked again then curled back up next to you. You both snuggled against each others warmth and once you had slightly woken up, kissed Sigurd tenderly and then went back to sleep.

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“Merry Christmas. I love you”

Sigurd whispered in your ear as you sat on the couch. You two had been snuggling together after all the presents were open. Sigurd was being extra affectionate, enticing you even more.

“I actually have one last gift for you. Promise to close your eyes?” Sigurd’s footsteps could be heard as you closed your eyes and giggled.

“Okay, open up baby”

Before you was Sigurd kneeling down on one knee, arms outstretched to hold an opened blue velvet box. Sitting in a cushion of black silk was a delicate silver band with three diamond nestled at the top of the ring. A large glittering diamond sat in between two slightly smaller diamonds. It was breathtakingly beautiful, the afternoon sun bouncing between the jewels.

“(Y/N), would you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honer of becoming my wife?” Sigurd gave you a gleaming smile awaiting your answer.

You clamped your hand over your mouth with shock, your eyes streaming rivers.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it?” His eyes became nervous and his posture slackened with disappointment.

“N-no silly, I-it’s beautiful. I-I am just so happy” you could hardly finish your sentence without tearing up and giggling at the same time.

“Oh yes Sigurd! I will marry you!” You jumped into his arms, nearly knocking the ring out of his hands.