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YET ANOTHER PSL AU POST BECAUSE WE ARE MONSTERS.



LITERALLY.


Kinda the premise.

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for Jon

[secreteary]

[Jon, Martin is approaching you on Christmas day with a small stack of presents, smiling shyly and a little flushed.]

M-Merry Christmas, Jon.

[eyediot]

[He sees more than one gift walking to him and aaahhhh???? He looks really nervous, with his small package.]

Merry Christmas, Martin...

[secreteary]

[oh, seeing the present warms Martin considerably: he's in sharper focus and much brighter color within moments, beaming.]

Is that for me?

[eyediot]

Y-yes. I. Got something for you.

[It feels so meager compared to Martin's pile. The more he holds it, the floppier it looks.]

[secreteary]

[but Jon, look at how he's blushing and beaming and his jumper is now a bright blue and his curly hair now its full deep red. he's so happy! you did that!

you get a kiss for that, Jon; Martin's chest constricting with joy before he goes and sits on the sofa, places the presents down, and smiles at Jon expectantly.]

[eyediot]

[AH a kiss! He will gladly take it and follow him to sit.

He passes the floppy package over to him.]

Here.

[secreteary]

[Martin's smiling so widely now and takes it gently; a precious thing.]

I- Really, thank you. This is... A lot. It means a lot.

[setting it in his lap, Martin then takes the biggest of the Jon's pile and holds it out.]

This one first.

[eyediot]

You don't even know what it is yet.

[But he'll take the gift with both hands, a little awed at it.]

[secreteary]

It matters to me that you got me something. That I- We're- I-it's my first gift from you a-as--

[he flushes deeply, unsure how to finish the sentence. so he just falls silent and watches Jon open the first gift: meticulously, carefully, beautifully packaged desserts.

not very sweet ones; flans with dark chocolate, fruit tarts, what must be dark chocolate-covered cherries judging by the stems poking out, and more things that Jon loves. but this isn't Martin's usual work, oh no. each is so beautifully decorated, every ingredient perfectly in place and many of them shining with a slight glaze. it's clear that he went above and beyond his usual standard and poured his heart into each and every one. piped on top of them, in thin piped icing, is "Our First Christmas".

Martin fidgets nervously now. is it too much?]

[eyediot]

[His eyes are wide looking down at it. It takes only a few seconds to realize Martin did these himself.]

Martin....

[secreteary]

[Martin swallows thickly.]

Too much? Too much. S-sorry, I'll--

[he reaches forward, expecting Jon to hand it back, to refuse.]

[eyediot]

[No, he tugs it closer to himself, protectively.]

No, it's. It's perfect.

[secreteary]

Oh. Really?

[eyediot]

Yes. I almost don't want to eat them, they're beautiful.

[secreteary]

I didn't want to just. Do what I'd do any other day. It's Christmas.

[eyediot]

No, I... I understand.

[he looks down at them again, hands hovering because.... he's scared to mess them up.]

Thank you.

[secreteary]

[Martin smiles, just a little.]

I'm really...glad. It's hard to know what to get you.

[eyediot]

I-i don't mean to make that hard. Sorry.

[He carefully puts the lid back on the candies.

Martin's gift... Well now he feels a bit silly.]

[secreteary]

[but Martin is positively glowing as he gently unwraps it.]

--Oh, you can start on the second biggest one.

[it's a genuine bobby whistle! on a lovely chain.]

[eyediot]

[Cute...

Martin's gift though, a matching set of gloves and scarf and earmuffs, a soft light blue.]

[secreteary]

I thought, since you get into so much trouble, you could just--

[he doesn't get to finish the thought, because the set slides out of the wrapping and into his lap. Martin's eyes get very big.]

Oh, Jon...

[eyediot]

[He's watching, wary and concerned.]

I thought- You know, since it's cold and you're, you're always running a bit chillier these days.

[secreteary]

[the set gets held to his chest. precious, indeed. Martin is positively glowing with gratitude and softness and color and warmth until the tips of his left hand's fingers.]

No, no, it's. It's perfect. I love it, I really do.

[it may be a typical, normal gift to many, but Martin knows the true thoughtfulness that's behind it, and it means the world.

he clears his throat, but it doesn't banish the thickness in his voice.]

Last one.

[a small jewelry box. inside is a bracelet. the beads are all cubes of sterling silver, with little bumps on them - Braille.]

[eyediot]

[This one does confuse him a bit. He looks at each of the braille letters.]

I... I don't know braille.

[secreteary]

[not yet, anyway.]

It's a, um. Anxiety bracelet. You're supposed to pull on it and snap it against your wrist any time you're feeling unsettled and it's supposed to bring you back to the present moment instead of you getting stuck in your head. And it says-

[stop choking up, Martin, get it together.]

It s-says. "Always with you."