Imagines and Preferences: Book 1

The Magic of Christmas Yo | Marlin

That's right.

He's back.

Summary: Marlin's comin' home for Christmas.

QOTP: HAVE YOU SEEN MY SON?

Word Count: 748

You, an ocean sunfish, are planning a Christmas Party.

And it's gonna be one heck of a rager lemme tell you.

Vodka, eggnog, peppermints, and mistletoe. Who knows where you got them from.

We'll just say the Magic of Christmas and be done with it...

Of course, to have a Christmas party, you have to have partiers. So, you send out invitations on sand dollars.

How?

The Magic of Christmas.

CHRISTMAS PARTY AT THAT ONE SUNKEN BOAT BY THAT ONE HILL-THING THAT LOOKS LIKE A CAT INSIDE OF A VOLCANO

DRINKS OF THE ALCOHOL VARIETY, MISTLETOE AND CHRISTMAS STUFF, AND THE HIPPEST DECORATIONS

BE THERE OR BE BARE

Needless to say, you expect a bunch of fish to show up, so you want the joint to look top notch.

You use seaweed as garland, and sea shells as ornaments, which you hang from a tree in the center of the room.

Where did you get a tree?

The Magic of Christmas yo. We've established this already.

As you decorate, you sing Christmas songs.

This is gonna be a lit Christmas party.

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Marlin, Dory, and Nemo are just mad chillin' yo when they receive an invitation via the Magic of Christmas to a Christmas party.

"Oh, I know that hill-thing!" Nemo shouts, reading the paper over his father's... shoulder.

"Too bad, because you're not going," Marlin declares.

Dory gasps. "Well, why not, it's a Christmas party, it'll be fun!"

"Dory, there will be alcohol!"

"Oh. Then, you go and I'll watch Nemo."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

"... Fine, I'll go."

"Go where?"

////

Other fish start arriving as you're doing the finishing touches on your decor.

The party is in full swing when you see a familiar clown fish.

"HEY, MARLIN! HEY, IT'S ME! HI!"

He sighs as he swims over to you. "Hi, Y/N."

"You came to my party!" you shout.

He sighs. "Yes, I did."

"Man, all this party planning had me stressed out."

"I'd imagine; there's a bunch of fish here. And a tree."

"I could've been killed getting that. Or worse-"

"What's worse than getting killed?"

You look off into the distance. A tear slips out of your eye. "Telling the stars hello."

"Okay..." Marlin trails off, going to leave.

You stop him. "You know, I just keep getting PhDs."

"...I find that hard to believe."

"I know a lot of things."

"Okay, then, what do you know?"

"I don't know anything. Ever. It's really quite relaxing."

Marlin sighs deeply. "You make no sense." Then, he starts to swim away.

You shout at him, "Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense. You're just not keeping up."

Marlin stops and turns around. "If I'm actually going to stay here and have a conversation with you, I'm going to need some alcohol."

////

Nemo is trying to trick Dory into taking him to the Christmas party.

"Let's go," he says.

Dory gets confused. "Go where?"

"On an adventure!"

"Okay!"

////

After a bit of alcohol, you and Marlin get into a fight. He's wielding a utensil in his mouth.

"Are you threatening me with a spoon?" you ask. He's about to hit you with it when he stops, shocked.

"Nemo?! Dory?!"

You turn and find a smaller clown fish next to a blue fish. "Hi!" the blue fish shouts. "I'm Dory!"

"What are you doing here?!" Marlin yells.

You interrupt his tirade. "Hey, chill, man, it's a Christmas party. Let 'em celebrate."

"I'll stay away from the drinks!" the small clown fish shouts, swimming away. Marlin sighs, yet again.

You pat him on the head. "Hey, parties can change you as a person in ways that you can't imagine."

"As can lethal injection."

"True."

Marlin yells out a swear word. You shush him. "You know what I say when I feel like swearing? Fudge."

"I'M GOING TO FUDGING KILL YOU FOR HAVING FUDGING ALCOHOL AT THIS FUDGING PARTY!"

"See, there you go. Much more appropriate."

"Oh, my fudge."

"Now you're getting it!"

"I will-"

"You're about as violent and intimidating as a butterfly stuck to a marshmallow, Marlin."

A fish that passed out from too much crazy juice suddenly wakes up. "Please tell me nobody kissed me!" he shouts.

You and Marlin ignore him.

Then there's a shout. "THIS IS LIT!"

"NEMO!" Marlin yells, swimming off. When he's gone, you laugh.

"Man, he is so much fun to mess with."