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Title: Mistletoe
Fandom: X/1999
Pairing: Fuuma/Subaru, implied Seishirou/Subaru
Notes: I CANNOT WRITE FUUBARU ARGH
Summary: There are certain routines to Subaru's Christmas. (Shameless fluff, basically.)
When Subaru wakes up on Christmas morning, he's not actually particularly suprised to find his room has changed. Seishirou's been doing this for years now, every Christmas - covering his ceiling with mistletoe, setting up a tree in his front room, and baking him holiday cookies. He never actually sees the man during any of this change, or at least not until the very end of the morning, but the signs are there.
And then Subaru wakes up a little more, staring at the mistletoe with mismatched eyes, and wonders to himself how a dead person hung it up.
He gets out of bed and walks out into the rest of the Sakurazuka mansion, finding the rest of it has been converted as well. Christmas wreathes line the walls, the tree is an artificial pink thing and surrounded by presents, the cookies are laid out in neat rows in the kitchen, and there's a mug of coffee topped with cinnamon sitting on the kitchen table. He stares at it all blearily and more than a little hopefully, wandering the house and feeling the coffee warm his hands through his gloves.
There's another part to Seishirou-san's Christmas routine, and he wonders if it can continue this year. How would it? The only part of Seishirou that's left is his eye, and now Subaru is Seishirou and Seishirou is Subaru and there's no way this can be the routine. Maybe he did it and has forgotten. He finds he's forgotten a lot recently, but it's not like there's any reason to remember.
He finishes the coffee and sets it down on a random surface, continuing to wander the house in a daze. Everything is bright and festive, utterly unlike him. But it's comfortable and familiar and right, even if he has no idea how it can be this right.
Eventually he decides to take the ultimate risk. Every year he'd open the door of the apartment to complete the familiar routine, so he slides open the garden door and steps out, and -
"Merry Christmas, Subaru-kun," Fuuma says in his usual calm tone.
Subaru's heart sinks slightly, but he tries not to show it. "So you did this. Why?" He tilts his head a little to the side, staring at 'Kamui'.
The man shrugs. "I grant wishes, so Christmas seemed like the perfect time to go a little bit out of my way to grant one of yours. I gave you hope."
"It didn't last," Subaru protests, trying to hide how hurt he feels.
"Didn't it?" Fuuma smiles at Subaru slightly and walks towards him, grabbing the shorter man around his too bony waist. "I know the routine. I know how it ends. And it won't mean anything real, but you didn't think it meant anything real before, so how is that a change?"
Subaru closes his eyes (this was wrong all wrong Seishirou-san wouldn't want-)
And then he gives in for to hope for a moment as Fuuma's lips touch his.
Fandom: X/1999
Pairing: Fuuma/Subaru, implied Seishirou/Subaru
Notes: I CANNOT WRITE FUUBARU ARGH
Summary: There are certain routines to Subaru's Christmas. (Shameless fluff, basically.)
When Subaru wakes up on Christmas morning, he's not actually particularly suprised to find his room has changed. Seishirou's been doing this for years now, every Christmas - covering his ceiling with mistletoe, setting up a tree in his front room, and baking him holiday cookies. He never actually sees the man during any of this change, or at least not until the very end of the morning, but the signs are there.
And then Subaru wakes up a little more, staring at the mistletoe with mismatched eyes, and wonders to himself how a dead person hung it up.
He gets out of bed and walks out into the rest of the Sakurazuka mansion, finding the rest of it has been converted as well. Christmas wreathes line the walls, the tree is an artificial pink thing and surrounded by presents, the cookies are laid out in neat rows in the kitchen, and there's a mug of coffee topped with cinnamon sitting on the kitchen table. He stares at it all blearily and more than a little hopefully, wandering the house and feeling the coffee warm his hands through his gloves.
There's another part to Seishirou-san's Christmas routine, and he wonders if it can continue this year. How would it? The only part of Seishirou that's left is his eye, and now Subaru is Seishirou and Seishirou is Subaru and there's no way this can be the routine. Maybe he did it and has forgotten. He finds he's forgotten a lot recently, but it's not like there's any reason to remember.
He finishes the coffee and sets it down on a random surface, continuing to wander the house in a daze. Everything is bright and festive, utterly unlike him. But it's comfortable and familiar and right, even if he has no idea how it can be this right.
Eventually he decides to take the ultimate risk. Every year he'd open the door of the apartment to complete the familiar routine, so he slides open the garden door and steps out, and -
"Merry Christmas, Subaru-kun," Fuuma says in his usual calm tone.
Subaru's heart sinks slightly, but he tries not to show it. "So you did this. Why?" He tilts his head a little to the side, staring at 'Kamui'.
The man shrugs. "I grant wishes, so Christmas seemed like the perfect time to go a little bit out of my way to grant one of yours. I gave you hope."
"It didn't last," Subaru protests, trying to hide how hurt he feels.
"Didn't it?" Fuuma smiles at Subaru slightly and walks towards him, grabbing the shorter man around his too bony waist. "I know the routine. I know how it ends. And it won't mean anything real, but you didn't think it meant anything real before, so how is that a change?"
Subaru closes his eyes (this was wrong all wrong Seishirou-san wouldn't want-)
And then he gives in for to hope for a moment as Fuuma's lips touch his.
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