Can i ask a MAS story with lots of fluff and Christmas for a very good friend named: @marcoacesabo (rboooks) please? :3 ~cookie~
@marcoacesabo, Roo, you have good friends! Sorry this took a bit but enjoy the fluff!
“You really don’t have to do this, yoi,” Marco says with no expectation of being listened to.
“Stop messing with it,” Sabo hisses at Ace, ignoring Marco entirely and tugging at Ace’s shirt cuffs. “You’re gonna stretch it out! Stop–!”
“It’s fine, Sabo; just leave it,” Ace says, trying to free his wrist from Sabo’s grip. Sabo’s looking a bit frayed and isn’t letting go, so Ace uses a hold-break, takes a step and a half turn, and tugs Sabo’s hands just hard enough to drag Sabo forward and off balance. “Stop freaking out!”
Sabo starts to sputter something that’s probably a denial but crashes into Ace before he can finish. Sabo usually would catch himself so Ace wasn’t braced for it and he stumbles and then they’re both on the ground, rolling and hissing.
Marco doesn’t bother looking back at them. He nods to Haruta in the doorway. “Hi,” he says. “Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas,” Haruta echoes, then looks around him. “Are they okay?”
“Yeah,” Marco says, stepping forward towards the warmth of the house. “Just leave them, yoi. They’ll be fine.”
“Hey!” Ace yells behind him, but Marco lets the door close.
“Here.” He hands a bag full of small boxes over and Haruta takes it on autopilot, still squinting towards the door. “They’re just nervous about meeting the family.”
“Mmm. So they…take it out on each other?”
“Violence is how their family shows affection,” Marco says. The door slams open behind him and the two of them tumble in, dripping snow and bad words everywhere.
“Marco!” Ace whines. “You didn’t hafta–”
“Hi,” Sabo says, darting forward with hand outstretched. “Hi, I’m Sabo. Nice to meet you.” Ace steps up and Sabo plants his other hand across Ace’s face and pushes him back away. “I’m the normal one,” he says, bracing himself against Marco’s side and still holding his hand out to shake. “Don’t mind us. It’s fine.”
Marco plants his feet and wishes he still had the bag of presents so he had an excuse to stay out of it. “You guys said you’d behave, yoi.”
“No, we didn’t,” Sabo says, turning on him, eyes slightly wild. “You said we’d behave. I said we’d try.”
“I always behave,” Ace says, but he’s currently faceplanted on the ground with Sabo’s wet boot on his back so it’s not very convincing.
“We,” Sabo tells him, leaning forward hard enough that Ace wheezes, “are making a good impression. We are being nice and normal and sane. We are being calm and reasonable, Ace. We are being polite.”
“They are?” Haruta asks Marco, who, sadly, has to nod.
“Good,” Haruta says, shaking Sabo’s still outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you guys. I think you’ll fit right in.”
