Giant (G/T) One-Shots

Blue Christmas

Note: I was super sick on X-mas, so I didn't get a chance to finish this until now. oops
Note 2.0: I'M CACKLING I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS ON MY MONSTER ONE-SHOTS AND DIDN'T REALISE IT TIL NOW, SO I'M SUPER LATE FOR XMAS DGIDHDHD my bad

"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. The very next day, you gave it away." she hummed softly as she leaned her head against the cold window.

She jumped and nearly fell off the window sill when a giant finger tugged the cord of her earbud and plucked it out of her ear.

"Are ye listenin' t'sad Christmoose songs again?" the giant huffed.

"It's 'Christmas'," she corrected.

"So yes?" he asked.

"Leave me alone," she grumbled, popping her earbud back in.

Both hands surrounded her and plucked both earbuds out. As she was about to protest, he scooped her up into his hands.

"Lachlan!" she hissed.

"Pretttttt," Lachlan mocked.

"Why won't you let me grieve?" Pret pouted.

He rolled his eyes. "Are ye seriously greivin' over Christmas?"

"It's my favorite holiday!" she protested, "It's not the same celebrating it alone, and none of you dumb giants even understand it or will celebrate it with me."

"First of all, it's a feckin' stupid concept. Ye kill a tree, then ye hang toys on said tree corpse. After that, ye buy more toys that ye wrap in fancy dead tree skin. And then, ye rip up the fancy dead tree skin t'get the toys back out. Meanwhile, don't forget there's some fat home invader who gives ye free shit, which fucks with the economy and takes away jobs from blue-collar workers." he countered. "Second of all..." he trailed off as they entered the living room.

The whole living room was decked in Christmas gear. Sort of.

What looked like a baby Maple tree, still in its plastic pot, sat in the corner. A few toys were zip-tied to branches, and a variety of bouncy balls, golf balls, and tennis balls were sitting haphazardly in the branches. Under the tree were three boxes wrapped in notebook paper with doodles on them. The fireplace was decked with three, black thigh-high socks and two, black ankle-high socks. Accompanying the socks were purple lights. Scattered around the living room were green streamers. The most accurate thing was little, white snowflakes taped on the walls.

Rufus and Ulrik stood, beaming, while Harper sat grumpily in Ulrik's hands.

"I tried to tell them how to decorate, but they're giants, so you know how that goes," Harper said flatly.

"Hush, morsel." Ulrik cupped his hands around her.

Muffled yelling ensued from inside the fleshy cage.

Pret laughed softly before continuing to look around in awe.

"You guys really did all of this?" she asked.

Rufus nodded with a grin. "Fer you!"

"We spent all mornin' while ye were mopin' trynna slap together what Harper told us," Lachlan explained.

Harper busted out of Ulrik's hands. "I told you: pine tree, ornaments, wrapping paper, green or red lights, stockings, and garland. You only got the snowflakes right, and even then, they're square."

"It was hard. We improvised," Ulrik dismissed.

"It looks like a starving art major's apartment," Harper huffed.

"A what?" Rufus asked.

Pret laughed. "In the human world, an art major is someone who's going to school to learn about art. Their apartments are usually artsy and obscure."

They still all looked a little bit clueless.

Harper snorted. "It's really a wonder that you're higher on the food chain than us."

"'Cause ye're tiny," Ulrik countered.

"No dip, Sherlock," Harper growled, "Now put me down."

Ulrik gently sat Harper down on the living room table and plopped down on the couch behind her. His hands immediately scooped her back up and just held her over the table.

"Do you have a giant safe place here?" Harper whisper-yelled to Pret.

"Sorry. My giant will hear me. I can't forgo my spot." Pret whisper-yelled back.

Harper sighed. "Giants."

"Oh bah~" Ulrik drew her back to his chest, releasing a spluttering of cussing from Harper.

Lachlan, holding Pret, plopped down beside Ulrik. Rufus scooped up the three boxes and dropped them on the table before sitting on a recliner beside them.

"Wait. Ye have a hidin' spot from me?" Lachlan pouted.

"Of course not, my love," Pret cooed up at him before winking at Harper.

"Oi," Lachlan huffed, "I saw that."

"No, you didn't," Pret dismissed. "What are those?" she asked, pointing to the tackily wrapped boxes.

"Gifts!" Rufus beamed, "From me, Lachie, and the dos amigos."

Pret gaped. "Oh my god. Really? You guys don't normally celebrate and I thought Harper hated Christmas, so I didn't know we were exchanging gifts. I'm so sorry! I didn't get you guys anything. Can we postpone, so that-"

"Pret," Lachlan scolded, "We aren't exchangin' gifts. We each just got ye a gift because we know ye miss yer Christmoose."

"Christmas," Rufus whispered.

"We know ye miss yer Christmas," Lachlan corrected. 

"And I do hate Christmas, but the big bastards needed a little push to get going. You're on your own with them next year." Harper muttered bitterly, causing Ulrik to smush her against his chest. Once again, she spat curses at him.

Pret laughed. "Thank you, Harper. Thank you all." She smiled and looked around. "This is a pretty great Christmas...even if the decorations look like an art major's apartment."