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Christmas Compilation

Mini Preference Compilation: Christmas Song Imagines

Warnings: Tooth-rotting, unrepentant fluff. Seriously. I didn't aim for artistic or good writing like...at all. Just happy. And also cursing. 

Note: Merry Christmas, everyone. As a sort of gift, here ate some Christmas imagines for some of my favorite characters. Have a safe and happy holidays, I'm going on break until after my birthday. I'll see you all after the new year :)

Christmas Song Imagines

Erik (Phantom of the Opera): Let it Snow

There was a resigned contentment in the air. The fireplace, which she so adored, housed a flickering flame as a result of his skillful labor. There was a miniature tree nearby, strung with lights and garland, glass ornaments glimmering in the firelight. Holiday-centric instrumentals played in the background, quietly, distantly, like it was trying its hardest not to interrupt the moment.

Though moving, the entire world seemed to have slowed around the house--more specifically, the living room, which housed two artistic souls hesitantly woven together. Knotted together on the loveseat with an oversized plush throw over them, Erik and the object of his affections lay hanging in the bliss of the season.

"What do you think," her voice began, dripping like honey, "I got you?"

He welcomed the break in the relative silence, as he smiled down at the top of her head. 

"A pitch pipe."

He could physically sense her rolling her eyes, which deepened the sincerity of his grin.

"If you're not going to be serious, don't play."
"What do you suppose I got you?"

"Gloves."
"Gloves?"
"Yes."
"Ah, and that sounds like such a romantic gift."
"If you're going to be too serious, don't play."

He chuckled, and she leaned back, craning her neck so she could just see his half-covered face. Eyes furrowed in a teasing glare--she had a habit of unwittingly making the most adorable faces.

"Who was it who told me that I wasn't allowed to be realistic on Christmas Eve?"
"I said grumpy, not realistic. And I'm not grumpy." She put her head back down and pressed her back against his chest. "Maybe it's better that we not guess. You're too smart."

"It is a dangerous game." He agreed. "Besides, it isn't as though we have to wait very long."

"Christmas eve always feels like an eternity. Always has."
"I wouldn't know."
"I know. I'm sorry."

There was nothing, for a moment, save the occasional crackle of the fire and the ever lowering Christmas music. Then, she sat up and began to move. He sighed, assuming she was leaving, as she slid off his lap and the couch. Contrary to his expectations, however, she simply changed positions, that her knees were on either side of his hips. The firelight at her back made her a silhouette and over him, smiling ever so slightly as she leaned close to his face.

"I want you to enjoy Christmas like I always have. I know that might never happen, but maybe it would help if you knew something."
"And...what would that be?" He swallowed, as their noses were just an inch apart.

"Nothing special. Nothing I haven't told you before. I love you. There's nowhere I'd rather be tonight--or any night--than right here, with you."

He smiled, putting his hands on her waist.

"Every day is Christmas, when I get to wake next to you."

She smiled, and closed much of the meager distance between them, leaving only a breath of space between their lips.