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Wouldn't Be Christmas Without You

Pairings: Cecil x Carlos

Genre: Warnings: Christmas fic!

Words: ~6,000

- Summary: Carlos is lovingly forced to come home for Christmas for the first time in years. Of course, Cecil will come along. But can the two navigate the seemingly impossible disconnect between the Voice of Night Vale and the normal world?

Note: Chapter 4 of 8. Click HERE for Chapter 5!

“Okay. We’ve got clothes, shoes, toothbrushes, extra blankets, snacks for the car… what are we forgetting?”

“Well, you’re forgetting the ritual for good luck on long journeys, but I took care of that last night, so you needn’t worry.”

“Awesome, thank you.” The two of them were standing in the faint early morning light, surveying the boot of Carlos’ car with a weary eye. “Oh, shit, did we get the gifts?”

“Ah. I’ll run back in and get them.”

Shopping was surprisingly not as difficult as Carlos had imagined. The wonders of Amazon prime managed to extend even to Night Vale (is there anything Amazon couldn’t do?) so gifts weren’t restricted to the Ralph’s or Night Vale’s pawn shop, thank god. Des was going to get a iTunes gift card, since he had no idea what she even listened to nowadays, and his mom got some nice earrings she could wear to church. He was pretty sure she still went to church. And Cecil’s gift was tucked carefully into his duffel bag- he didn’t trust it out in the open.

Cecil, for his part, was adamantly refusing to tell Carlos what he had gotten for his family, which only worried Carlos 29%. Well, maybe 35%. They were wrapped neatly in old sheets of newspaper- please don’t let either of them read any of the headlines- and tied with twine. It was cute, in a desert-rustic sort of way. Carlos only also saw two presents, so he hoped he wasn’t breaking some long-standing Night Vale tradition by giving his S.O. a gift.

“Ready to roll?”

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“CARLOS!”

His mother came rushing out to meet them before they had even properly pulled up from the house, which made Cecil beam with excitement, a bouquet of flowers in his hand to present to her. Once he got out, she hugged him so fiercely he thought he might choke, despite her being a full four heads shorter than he was. “Hey, mom. Good to see you too.”

She pulled away and looked expectantly behind him, where Cecil was standing shyly. “Mom, this is my boyfriend, Cecil. Cecil, mom.”

“For you.” He proffered the bouquet. “For your lovely home, as a thank you for hosting us.”

His mom looked speechless as she took them. “Finally, a boy with manners! Where have you been all of Carlos’ life? It’s wonderful to meet you, dear.” She air kissed him on one cheek, which he returned with surprising grace. “Let’s get you two settled in, hm? Dinner should be in a few hours.”

After unloading the trunk, they followed her into the house. Desiree was curled up on the couch, earbuds in, tapping her foot in the air to some unheard beat. After dropping the presents under the tree in one corner, Carlos went over and plucked an earbud out of her left ear. “Hey. Merry Christmas.”

She didn’t even open her eyes. “Ah, the prodigal dork returns. Fewer presents for me this year, such a shame.”

“Des, be nice, there’s someone you have to meet.”

That did warrant an eye cracked open. “Yeah?”

“Des, this is Cecil. My um, boyfriend.”

“Huh.” She eyed him, and Cecil waved back, oblivious to the teenage stink eye bring thrown his way. “You break his heart yet?”

Cecil’s smile faded. “I- uh, well, no, certainly not. And I never hope to.”

“Good answer.” She laid back down. “We should get along fine.”

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“And this-” Carlos tugged the stuck door open at the perfect strength. “-is my old room.”

He probably should’ve been embarrassed, what with the microscope and rock samples covering the desk, posters of famous scientists covering the walls. His mom clearly hadn’t changed a single thing. But Cecil seemed right at home the moment he stepped in; the most beautiful oddity among curiosities abound.

“I think it’s perfect,” he giggled, stretching out on the bed. “I’m very into science, you know.”

Carlos smiled briefly. “Good. That’s- good.”

He sat with him on the bed, throwing an arm over the other man’s shoulders and giving his right a small peck. “Well? What do you think?”

“I think it’s you. They’re you. I can see your eyes in your sister, and your smile in your mother.”

And that was just about the nicest thing he could’ve said in that moment.

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