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reeshyz · 1 year

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Title: Who could my Santa be? Pairing: Paul Landers / Richard Z. Kruspe / Christoph Schneider Presentee: Revovovo Prompt: Secret Santa Warnings/Tags: misunderstandings | hurt / angst | polyamorous relationship Word Count: 2.601 Summary: When the whole band agrees to do a secret Santa, Richard is happy that he drew Christoph as his presentee. But then Paul wants to switch their papers and Richard discovers who Paul didn’t want as his giftee. Richard. Read on AO3: here

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“Really you wanna do a secret santa?” Flake asks and Richard chuckles at that. He’s not really happy about the idea either, but how bad could it be? If it would make Paul and Christoph happy (who had the idea) then Richard would do it.

Till looks at him as if he’s worried that Richard had hit his head, when he agreed to it.

“Do you always have to be against everything?” Paul snaps at Flake, who grins back at him.

“That’s why I am in the band right? To tell you when ideas are stupid. So this is me telling you,” Flake says and he leans back into the couch. Paul glares at him for a moment, before Ollie chuckles.

“I like the idea. It could be fun,” Ollie says and Richard nods. They all deserve a bit of stupid and ridiculous fun after the last few months of hard work. Besides this is the last week before Christmas and they’d all leave soon for their own homes.

“See, they all like the idea. So we’re doing it. Chris always has the best ideas,” Paul says, still pouting and Till nods to Richard as if he understands now why Richard had agreed in the first place.

Sometimes Richard hates how obvious his feelings are. At the same time he’s glad that at least Christoph and Paul are too oblivious of them, otherwise he could for sure look for a new band.

Richard sighs.

“Okay so we need to draw names first,” Paul says happily when it’s decided and Flake had just given up to even answer him. Christoph helps his boyfriend and Richard has to look away, when his hands find Paul’s hips.

What would he give up to be touched like this by one of them? By both of them. Richard feels how the emptiness seeps back into his heart. He shouldn’t think about stuff like that.

When they come back Paul is holding a little bowl with some papers in it. He sits down next to Richard now, touching him way too much. Richard gasps when Paul’s hand finds his thigh for a second.

Holy shit. Christoph sits down opposite them and Richard can’t even look him in the eyes, even though of course nothing is happening. Just his thoughts running wild again.

“There we go,” Christoph says and he takes the bowl away from Paul, before everyone takes one of the papers out of it. Richard is the last one to pick a name and he glances quickly down at it.

Chris.

Paul’s handwriting.

Richard swallows. He already has a million ideas about what he could give him. He already made him a rather adorable present for his birthday and -

“Reesh? Can we talk for a second?” Paul asks and he bites down on his lower lip. He’s clearly nervous and Richard frowns. Had he said something wrong.

“Yeah sure,” Richard agrees and Pal nods towards the door. Flake is already bitching about his piece of paper, while Till is laughing so loudly. Everyone seems pretty much distracted, especially when Ollie tips his mug over on accident and everything spills on Christoph’s jeans.

Paul gets up and Richard follows him.

Outside it’s much quieter.

“I know this is probably eh… cheating but I saw that you drew Chris and I’d really like to switch our papers? Please I have such a great idea for him,” Paul says and his eyes look so big and cute.

He knows how to play Richard every time.

Richard looks at his paper again. There is even a tiny heart over the ‘i’ since Paul had written it. His heart sinks, his mouth tasting like blood. It shouldn’t matter. His feelings can’t matter.

“Oh yeah, no problem. I mean…, he’s your boyfriend,” Richard says, his hand is shaking when he holds his paper out. Paul takes it happily and presses his own paper into Richard’s hands.

“You are just the best friend ever,” Paul says and he hugs Richard as tight as he can. Richard feels frozen, especially when Paul kisses him on the forehead. He feels like his head is swimming.

As fast as it had happened, it’s over again.

Paul takes a step back and then he’s gone back inside. Richard stares at the door for a moment, a small smile on his face. Paul had kissed him. Even softer than he did on stage. Richard would fall asleep to this thought for the next few weeks.

Just then it feels like cold water washes over him.

Paul had called him his friend.

Richard would never be more to him.

He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, before he opens the paper in his hands. He’s kinda nervous to see who’s name is written on it now. Richard looks down to it and sighs.

It’s his own name.

Paul didn't even want to give him a gift. That… makes sense.

There is no heart over the ‘i’.

Why would there?

Just a week after this… unpleasant day, Richard finds himself on the damn couch again. He’s not really in the mood for this right now, but it seems like he has no other choice than suffering through this.

“I’m so excited what I’ll get,” Paul says and he’s rubbing his hands. He’s not sitting next to Richard, who picked the furthest place away from him. Which means he’s next to Till and tries to relax.

“Okay since I thought the idea was dumb, I will start,” Flake says and he gets up and takes the golden wrapped gift on the table, that has his name on it. He shakes it very carefully, before he sits back down and opens it.

It’s a book and Flake actually smiles at that.

“Oh wow okay, thank you. I wanted to buy this for months by now,” Flake says and he hastily opens it. Olli smiles at him and they hug for a second.

After that it goes rather fast because Till hastily grabs his present and opens it. Flake had gifted it to him and it’s a nice bottle of whiskey. Richard has to smile when Till immediately gets up for some glasses.

They all clink their glasses and Richard groans at the taste.

Just what he needed.

Oliver opens his one next and shows them his newest sweater, that has something very graphic on it. Richard snorts, when Till proudly announces that he had bought that for him. Ollie is not even embarrassed he just throws it on.

“I got this for you,” Paul says now and he holds a red package up. Chris seems happy about that and presses a short kiss to Paul’s cheek. Richard doesn’t want to look at them but he can’t help it.

It’s a necklace and Paul even helps him to put it on. Christoph seems rather touched and they kiss again. Richard has to admit that the necklace looks very beautiful and it suits Chris perfectly.

Richard touches his own chest for a second.

He wonders what it would feel like to be so special, that someone would give him a necklace too. He’d wear it everyday and he knows how much it would mean to him. Especially because this one looks like drumsticks are hanging from it.

Maybe in another life Paul would’ve made him one with his guitar?

"Okay, next one. I don’t wanna see you kissing all day,” Till says and Christoph chuckles. Richard sighs and looks down at his own lap. There’s a package of cigarettes waiting for him, a brand new one.

“I have something very special for you,” Christoph says and he holds out his gift to Paul. It looks beautifully wrapped, even with a red bow and everything.

Till next to Richard frowns.

“Wait a second, how did you draw each other?” Till asks and Paul looks a bit embarrassed but he’s not saying anything. Richard wouldn’t either.

“Yeah that means…,” Flake says and he looks directly at Richard, who’s suddenly very interested in his fingernails. Damn maybe he should’ve painted them red today? Just like the blood that’s leaving his face.

“Richard?”

“Huh?”

Richard looks up when Oliver calls him. He looks kinda nervous and that is never a good sign. Ollie hates it to show emotions like that so openly.

“What did your piece of paper say?” Till asks, the worry so clear in his voice.

Richard takes a deep breath and then goes for his best fake smile. He could do this. He’d been lying to the press since he’d been twenty-five and he had lied to his friends before as well. Not that he’s proud of either.

“It had my own name,” Richard says and suddenly it’s so quiet in the room. Richard doesn’t dare to look at Paul and Christoph. He doesn’t want to see the pity in Christoph’s eyes and he’s not even sure if wants to know what Paul had been thinking.

“Then why didn’t you switch with one of us?” Flake asks and Richard shrugs. He feels overwhelmed and slowly gets up.

“Nah, it’s okay. I got myself something,” Richard says and he’s trying to smile again. Why does it feel so wobbly and why are his knees so weak? He’s barely holding himself up, this is all so embarrassing.

“What did you get?” Christoph asks and Richard finally turns to the love birdies.

“Cigarettes. A whole new package. Which I will use now. Excuse me,” Richard says and he walks out of the room before someone can stop him.

Outside it’s really cold but it calms him down for a second.

Never had he felt this unloved and while he knows that it’s his own fault, his heart doesn’t seem to understand that. Richard isn’t sure why he still had some hope sometimes left in him, but right now it feels like it’s all gone.

“Being alone can be something good too,” Richard lies to himself, ignoring his own tears.

He’d always been good at both.

“This is my fault,” Paul says quietly when nobody is saying anything. Till looks rather angry and Paul wants to hide behind his boyfriend for a moment. He had fucked this up.

“What do you mean, baby?” Christoph asks and Paul can’t even look him in the eyes.

“I… I switched my paper with his. B-but only because I found the necklace and I wanted to give it to you so badly, I even have a matching one for Richard too!” Paul says and he can’t help but curl more into himself.

“What?” Till asks, his voice is so sharp.

“Paul? Did you even look at the paper before you switched it with him?” Christoph asks and Paul looks down to his shoes.

“No… I was just so excited when I saw that he had your name,” Paul says and Christoph hugs him. Paul hides his face against his shoulder. He feels so bad. They all knew how often Richard had to fight his insecurities.

“Okay good. We need to explain that to him,” Flake says and Paul nods against Christoph’s shoulder. He didn’t want to make Richard feel bad.

“But you said you have a necklace for him too?” Till asks, he sounds a lot more soft now and Paul turns to him.

“Yeah I wanted to give it to him on Christmas, i-if Chris and I would finally have the guts to ask him out,” Paul explains and to his surprise Till starts to smile at that. Even Ollie and Flake seem a lot more happy.

“That’s good. I mean he never said anything, but I can see how he looks at you,” Till admits and Christoph smiles at Paul.

“We really hope that he likes us back, but yes I have seen it too,” Christoph says and Till nods at them. Paul tries to relax.

“Okay I’ll get Richard and you get the necklace!” Till says and Paul nods hastily. He’s out of the door before anyone else can say something.

He would make Richard happy again.

“Scholle?”

Richard tries to act natural and he wipes his tears away, before Till has fully opened the door. He doesn’t want his best friend to worry.

“Yeah?”

“Will you come back inside? You’ve been out for some time and it’s fucking cold,” Till says and Richard sighs. He throws his cigarette to the ground and steps onto it, ignoring the other two he had already smoked next to it.

He could consume his present like he wanted to.

“I’m sorry you felt like we didn’t love you. And don’t even deny it, I know you think that. But I'll let the others explain,” Till says and Richard walks over to him. He even gets a small hug.

They walk back inside and to Richard's surprise they’re all still in the living room. Paul is sitting on Christoph’s lap but they’re both getting up when they walk in. Paul is holding a small box in his hands.

“Richard?”

"Uhm, yes?"

“I’m sorry for making you switch with me. I didn’t know that you would get your own name, I didn’t even look at it. B-but I… I also had a present ready for you. It wasn’t planned to give it to you now, but…,” Paul holds the small blue package out for him.

Richard frowns.

“Thank you but, uh you don’t have to. I mean if it’s my Christmas present you can give me it then,” Richard says and he smiles. He hates that Paul feels bad for this. He didn’t want to make Paul sad.

“No, we really want to give it to you now. So you understand what you mean to us,” Christoph says and he takes the package into his own hands, when Richard doesn’t take it. Christoph even opens it and shows Richard what’s inside.

It’s a necklace.

Of his guitar.

“Oh.”

“We weren’t sure if you, well if you ever liked us back, but we were kinda hoping that you would,” Christoph mumbles, there is a blush on his cheeks and he looks so cute. Richard frowns.

“Is this a joke?”

“No, darling, we would never joke about something like this. We just were too scared to ask you out and then we fucked this up. I’m sorry,” Paul says and Richard finally takes the necklace.

“It’s beautiful,” Richard mumbles, he can’t believe this is real. He does hear how Till, Oliver and Flake leave them alone though.

“You deserve a sweet present as well,” Paul says and he helps Richard to put the necklace on. Richard’s heart beats so fast. He had wished for this moment and he can’t believe it’s really happening.

“B-but…”

“No buts. Since I don’t have such a beautiful necklace, I want to offer you another present,” Christoph says and Richard frowns.

“Like what?” Richard asks, squinting at him.

“What did you wish for the most this year?” Christoph whispers and he comes even closer. Richard swallows dryly.

“To be loved.”

Christoph kisses him and Richard finally feels like he’s coming home. He can’t believe that any of this is real but he feels that Paul takes his hand into his own. Christoph hums and then takes a step back.

“You are loved,” Paul says before he also presses a short kiss to his mouth as well.

“I… I love you too,” Richard mumbles, the embarrassment back at full force.

He knows that he can’t believe his luck right now but he also knows that Christoph and Paul would show him what it’s really like to be loved.

Richard smiles.

#schnaulchard #reeshyzadventcalendar

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jellybelly30 · 3 years

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In case it’s too manic in Casa Jelly over the next 24 hours, I’d like to wish my mutuals a Happy Christmas, Nollaig Shona Duit, God Jul and Frohe Weinachten!

@sortofgetit @bingbinghua @antisocialartclub @ofmemesandbands @reeshkruspies @reeshs @captainbigdickmoxley @tinnike @penguinsstealingsanity @i-ndil-cuimhne-ar-daniel @nikonothere and I know I’ve forgotten a lot more.

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killingbill · 3 years

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supes fuckin’ nervous about this but i lowkey wanna write r+ fanfiction & i have the week of christmas off - i think i’d be most comfortable writing Schneider, Paul and Reesh so if you .. have any Schnaul / Schneesh prompts you wanna send me i would totally see if i could take a stab at it. i went to school for writing for film & tv & i have a degree i promise it won’t be complete shit lmfaoooo - i just admire ya’ll fic writers so much & i wanna try !!!!!!!!!

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everythingbychoice · 4 years

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The standard way of saying “cheers” in Irish is “sláinte,” but there are many more terms and phrases you can offer in toast when speaking the Irish language. Here are a few of the most helpful to know.[1]

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[Edit]Standard Cheers

Exclaim "Sláinte!" This is the closest term you can use to toast someone "cheers!" in Irish Gaelic.

More accurately, the term "sláinte" translates into the English term "health." When using this term, you are essentially toasting to someone's health.

Pronounce this Irish term as slawn-cha.[2]

Offer "Sláinte mhaith!" This phrase emphasizes the well wishes of a standard "cheers."

"Sláinte" means "health" and "mhaith" means "good."

Translated directly, the term means "health good" or "good health."[3]

You should pronounce this Irish phrase as slan-cha vah.

State "Sláinte chugat!" This variation on the traditional "cheers" is a bit more personal and individualized.

"Sláinte" means "health" and "chugat" means "you."

When paired together in this manner, the English translation is "health to you."[4]

Pronounce the Irish toast as slawn-cha hoo-ut'.

You can also use "chugaibh" for many people. Pronounced "hoo-uv"

Use "Sláinte agus táinte!" This phrase is another variant on the traditional "cheers" that emphasizes one's well wishes for the person being toasted.

"Sláinte" means "health," "agus" means "and," and "táinte" means wealth.

Translated literally, the phrase means "health and wealth" in English.[5]

Pronounce this Irish phrase as slawn-cha ogg-uss tawn-cheh.

Give a hearty "Sláinte na bhfear agus go maire na mná go deo!" This version of the traditional cheers is more elaborate and works especially well when used amongst a group of friends.

"Sláinte" means "health," "na" means "the," and "bhfear" means "men."

"Agus" means "and."

"Go" means "that," "maire" means "endure," "na" means "the," "mná" means "women," "go" means "that," and "deo" means "forever."

When everything is strung together, the toast means, "Health to the men and may the women live forever."

This phrase should roughly be pronounced, slawn-cha na var agus guh mara na m-naw guh djeo.

[Edit]Additional Toasts and Well Wishes

Offer "Croí folláin agus gob fliuch!" This toast essentially offers a wish of health and drink.

Translated directly, the phrase means "a healthy heart and a wet mouth."[6]

"Croí" means "heart," "follain" means "healthy," "agus" means "and," "gob" means "beak" or "mouth," and "fliuich" means "wet."

Pronounce the phrase as cree full-in ah-gus gob fluck.

Exclaim "Fad saol agat, gob fliuch, agus bás in Éirinn!" This phrase expands on the wish for longevity and drink by also wishing the toasted a full life in Ireland.

As a direct translation, this phrase means, "long life to you, a wet mouth, and death in Ireland."[7]

"Fad" means "length" or "long," "saol" means "life," and "agat" means "have you" or "you have."

"Gob" means "beak" or "mouth" and "fliuch" means "wet."

Agus" means "and."

"Bás" means "death," "in" means "in," and "Éireann" is the Irish name for "Ireland."

You should pronounce this phrase as fah-d seal, gob fluck, ah-gus boss in Air-inn.

Say "Nár laga Dia do lámh!" This toast is a wish for strength and endurance.

Translated directly, the phrase means, "may God not weaken your hand."[8]

"Nár" means "not," "laga" means "weak" or "weaken," "Dia" means "God," "do" means "to," and "lámh" means "hand."

You should roughly pronounce the phrase as Nar lah-ga Djee-ah duh lawv.

Use "Go dtaga do ríocht!" Offer this as a toast to prosperity.

Translated in a direct sense, it means, "may thy kingdom come."

"Go" means "in," "dtaga" means "come," "do" means "to," and "ríocht" means "kingdom."

Pronounce this toast as guh DAG-uh duh REE-ukht.

[Edit]Seasonal Cheers

Shout "Nollaig shona duit" at Christmas. This is essentially the Irish equivalent of toasting “Merry Christmas” in English.

"Nollaig shona" means "happy Christmas," and "duit" means "to you," so it directs the toast to the person being toasted.

Pronounce this seasonal toast as null-ig hun-ah ditch.

Use "Go mbeire muid mbeo ar an am seo arís" for New Year's. This toast is appropriate to use on New Year's Eve and wishes for health and prolonged life.

It translates roughly to, "may we be alive at this time next year."

This is another phrase that is difficult to translate directly. The first part, "Go mbeire muid mbeo ar" means, "may we live again" and the latter part, "an am seo arís," means "this time next year."

You should pronounce this toast as go merr-ih-meedh mee-oh err on om shioh ah-reesh.

Say "Sliocht sleachta ar shliocht bhur sleachta" at a wedding. Offer this toast to the bride and groom to wish blessings upon their future family.

Roughly translated, the toast means, "may there be a generation of children on the children of your children."[9] Essentially, you are wishing for the newlyweds' family to continually expand and survive for many generations to come.

Pronounce this wedding toast as sluckt schlock-ta er shlucht voor schlock-ta.

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↑ https://www.irishcentral.com/opinion/niallodowd/meaning-irish-toast-slainte

↑ http://matadornetwork.com/nights/how-to-say-cheers-in-50-languages/

↑ http://www.omniglot.com/language/phrases/cheers.htm

↑ https://www.gaelicmatters.com/irish-blessings.html

↑ https://emerald-heritage.com/blog/2018/how-to-say-cheers-in-irish

↑ https://www.gaelicmatters.com/irish-birthday-toast.html

↑ http://www.irishpage.com/toasts/pubtoast.html

↑ http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~irelandlist/phrases.html

↑ http://www.islandireland.com/Pages/folk/sets/toasts.html

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reeshyz · 1 year

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Title: If you like it, then you can put a star on it Pairing: Richard Z. Kruspe / Christoph Schneider / Till Lindemann Presentee: @bisexual-nightmares Prompt: Christmas Tree Warnings/Tags: nsfw | angst with a happy ending | pining Richard | handjobs | getting together Word Count: 2.656 Summary: Paul has a really stupid idea for a present for Christoph and Till. Richard can’t believe that he’s doing this. But he gets rewarded in more than one way. Read on AO3: here

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“What the hell, Paul?”

Richard looks up when Paul enters his room. Richard had just packed his guitar away and is a bit surprised when the other one just opens his door without even knocking. Richard frowns at that behavior, he had taught Paul (and the others) way better over the last few years.

Paul seems out of breath and now Richard is a bit worried.

“Shit, Reesh. There you are. I need your help,” Paul says and Richard raises an eyebrow. That doesn’t sound good. Whenever Paul needed some help, bad things would happen (and they mostly happened to him).

“Help? Are you in any kind of trouble?” Richard asks and he looks Paul up and down, he doesn’t look hurt at all, so it probably couldn’t be that bad. Maybe he had stolen one of Flake’s cookies again and needed to hide.

He could probably spend the night underneath Richard’s bed if he wanted.

“Awe thank you for thinking I caused something funny again,” Paul says and he really sounds as if he’s proud of being the troublemaker in the band. Wait, he probably is. Richard shakes his head at his own thoughts.

“Spit it out, Landers,” Richard says now and Paul rubs his hands.

“I wanted to ask if you have a gift for Christoph and Till already?” Paul asks and Richard looks down to his feet. He’s ashamed, but he really doesn’t have anything yet. Till is his best friend and Christoph is just as important to him, but he really isn’t sure what would make them happy.

“No… uhm I don’t,” Richard admits, his own skin betraying him, when he blushes against his will. Richard had always thought that he was rather bad at keeping friendships, but this was just ridiculous.

He had Paul, Flake and Oliver’s gifts ready since September, but he’s just so indecisive about what to get the other two. They've been a couple for a few months now and while Richard’s heart breaks each time he has to see them together, he still wanted to get them something good.

Because why would his feelings matter if two other people are happy?

“That’s perfect!” Paul says and he seems rather giddy. Richard isn’t sure what’s good about him not having everything ready. He feels bad enough already, not that Paul seems to care about that.

“And why is that?” Richard asks, because he is a bit curious now.

“I don’t have a present either, but I have the perfect idea and for that I need you,” Paul says and he clasps his hands twice. Richard frowns and looks out of his window for a second. He’s not sure that he even wants to know what Paul’s present will be.

“Do you want to write a song with me?” Richard asks, a bit too hopeful. He could write them a love song but it would probably be weird if he did that on his own. If Paul wanted to accompany him in a song with his guitar it would be much better.

Because the last thing Richard wants is for Christoph and Till to know that he’s in love with them. That would end up in a very embarrassing conversation and an even more broken heart.

Richard isn’t sure how much his heart can still take at this point.

“No. I just need you to be my present,” Paul says and Richard isn’t sure what he means. Normally they understand each other without words but that is just weird.

“Pardon?”

“Richard, come on. We will put you in the package and put it underneath the tree for them,” Paul says and Richard sits down on his bed.

“Are you dumb?”

“I am not, thank you for asking though,” Paul answers, still grinning.

“Why would they want me as their present?” Richard asks and there is this damn heat in his cheeks again. Richard bites down on his lower lip, he feels vulnerable already and he’s not sure why. Paul is obviously joking.

“It will be the perfect prank of course! They probably imagine something really cool and expensive and then they get you instead,” Paul says and Richard makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds almost like he’s crying.

Paul frowns.

“Sorry, I… I didn’t mean it like that. You know how much I love you. Please, it would be so funny!” Paul says and Richard shakes his head already.

“Never.”

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A week later Richard is sitting inside of a cardboard box. He’s pouting, even though nobody can see that in the dark. The box is at least big enough so he doesn’t have to crouch weirdly down, but he has his knees pressed against his chest.

He would kill Paul for this.

Richard isn’t even sure how Paul had managed to talk him into this. He had annoyed him all week with the damn idea and then even Flake had agreed and had told Richard how great the idea was.

Maybe they were both just really dumb.

Richard sighs.

He’s not even sure how late it is already. Paul had used the key to Till’s apartment and then had set the box up next to the tree. It’s really rather huge and when Richard had crawled into it, Paul had even wrapped it into red shiny paper.

Knowing Paul there is probably even a stupid bow on the box .

“Fuck finally home.”

Richard freezes when he hears Till. The door falls close behind him and Richard can hear that he is walking closer. He’s not sure if Christoph is already there as well but he’d assume it though, Till rarely speaks to himself.

“Oh, baby is that a gift from you?” Christoph says and Richard holds his breath. Shit, he hadn’t even heard him come so close. Christpoh is always so damn quiet, but now he’s even stroking over the cardboard box.

Richard wants to go home now. This had been such a stupid idea.

“A gift? No sorry baby, you will get yours tomorrow though,” Till says and he sounds so unbothered, until he also comes closer and gasps at the huge box. Richard hopes they can’t hear him.

He’s sure that he will hyperventilate any second. He’d never had any problems with narrow places but suddenly he’s terrified. He’s scared that they will laugh at him and then what would he do?

Break into tears over a prank?

“Do you wanna open it?” Christoph asks and Richard shudders. He’d always been in love with Till’s voice but Christoph also knew exactly how to use his to make Richard weak in his knees.

“Yeah sure. You think there is something special in it?” Till asks, but Richard can’t even focus on that, because someone (probably Christoph) is already ripping the wrapping paper away.

Just a second later the box is opened.

“Richard?”

Richard is surely bright red and he kinda wants to crawl away. They are both standing right in front of the box and Richard’s body isn’t moving on his own. So he just sits there like an idiot.

Paul is nowhere to be seen. He had said that he would be here to shout ‘surprise’ at them. Richard understands only now that this was just a lie.

“Oh isn’t that a lovely surprise,” Christoph says and he kneels down. Richard is still speechless, especially when Christoph strokes over his cheek. Richard tries very hard not to lean into that touch, but he isn’t sure if he succeeds.

“Indeed the best present we could wish for,” Till says, his deep voice so husky, that Richard shudders again. They both smile when they see that.

“Did you lose your voice sweetheart?” Christoph says and he leans closer. Richard is still halfway sitting in the stupid box, but Till rips it open for real now and Richard gasps, when Christoph uses that moment to kiss down his neck.

“That would be such a shame, because we would love to hear you, baby,” Till says and then he’s also sitting down next to them. Richard can’t focus on that, because for some reason Christoph is opening his shirt.

Richard isn’t sure what is happening.

Till kisses his exposed shoulder, when Christoph seems to get impatient, because he just rips the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. Till even bites into the skin, before he licks over it again, a silent apology. Richard can’t help but groan, only to be even more ashamed.

“W-what are you doing?” Richard finally says and Till laughs at him. Richard’s tries to hide himself in his torn shirt. Holding his hands in front of his chest and stomach. It’s nothing they had never seen, but this feels so different.

“Enjoying our present obviously,” Christoph says and he tries to take Richard’s hand into his own. Richard had even freshly painted his nails to match the dumb wrapping paper, since Paul had suggested that.

He’s been so played.

“No… I’m not. I mean this wasn’t…,” Richard stutters out but they are both ignoring this. Till is kissing up his neck now, then his cheek and suddenly he wants to kiss Richard on the mouth, who turns away.

Everything but not this.

Till frowns.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Till asks and Christoph stops as well. Richard shakes his head and looks around. He’s directly at the Christmas tree and while that had always been a secret fantasy of him, this all feels wrong.

He doesn’t want to be just a fucktoy for them. To enjoy once and throw away.

“I c-can’t,” Richard whispers, his voice breaking, while he looks at the beautiful Christmas tree. He can see his reflection in one of the ornaments. His hair is all over the place, his cheeks are indeed very red and he is tearing up against his will.

“Oh baby, we don’t have to. We just thought that was the idea behind this,” Christoph says and Richard shakes his head. He wipes over his eyes, even though he’s not crying.

“Paul had this idea and we wanted to prank you,” Richard says quietly. Till has gotten up and holds a blanket out, since Richard’s shirt is basically ruined. Richard takes the blanket and cuddles into it.

“A prank?” Till asks and he sounds almost… sad?

“So you didn’t want to be ours?” Christoph asks and he really sounds upset. Richard looks back to him. Christoph is still holding one of his hands, squeezing it now. Richard swallows.

That question is just evil.

“I… I always wanted to be yours,” Richard says, even though he’s spilling everything with that one sentence, but he’s also tired and he can still feel their kisses on his skin. Till sits back down next to Richard.

“But?”

“I don’t want to be something you can just throw away after you’re done with me. I don’t think my heart could take it,” Richard whispers, his vulnerability so clear in each word. He’s scared to look at Christoph now, so he switches to Till’s face, who smiles so sadly.

He would probably tell him now that he already has the perfect boyfriend. Why would he need Richard then?

“You know, I don’t think there is anything Chris and I wished more for than you,” Till says, his voice betraying him as well, because he coughs slightly before he’s finished. Richard’s eyes widen.

“What?”

“What Till wanted to say is that we’re in love with you. Have been for a while now. We thought this was your way of telling us that you’re feeling the same,” Christoph says and he’s smiling the tiniest bit.

“Really?” Richard asks again, he’s sounding way too hopeful.

“Yeah we mean it,” Till says and this time Richard is the one who leans closer. Luckily Till seems to understand and meets him halfway. Richard closes his eyes and gets lost in the kiss, when Till presses his lips against his own.

Christoph hums happily, while Richard gasps into the kiss. He’d always suspected Till to be a very good kisser and he’s glad that he’d been right. Till kisses him so soft, so passionate, so lovingly, as if he’s something precious and Richard’s heart stops for a second.

“I love you too. Both of you,” Richard admits, still so shyly. This time Christoph strokes over his cheek and then pulls him closer. Christoph kisses him way more rough, not that Richard would complain about it.

Instead he eagerly opens his mouth and lets Christoph do whatever he wants. Feeling himself growing hard just from a kiss. Christoph knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Let us show you how much we love you,” Till mumbles and then he carefully helps Richard to lay down there beneath the tree. Richard smiles up at them, he can’t believe that this isn’t a dream.

Christoph carefully helps him out of his trousers and Richard whimpers at the smirk he can see on his face. Christoph leans down and licks over his underwear. Till chuckles, when he sees how ruined Richard already looks.

“Yeah, be a good boy for us. Let us do all the work. Take this as our present,” Christoph says and he slowly pulls his underwear down. Richard would be embarrassed at that, but he can’t focus, because Till is kissing his exposed chest.

“I want you to know that we waited so many years for this and we would’ve waited so many years more just to have you right here,” Till whispers and Richard feels himself tearing up again.

Christoph is carefully taking his cock into his hand and jerks him off. Richard is already close and that’s kinda embarrassing, but this is his biggest wet dream.

“This okay?” Till asks and Richard moans loudly, when he sucks his nipple into his mouth. Holy shit, they both would be his death.

“He’s just so beautiful. So responsive and being so good,” Christoph says and when Till sits up they both kiss directly over him for a moment. Richard can’t help but whine, because they look so good together.

“We want you to come over Chris’ fist. Can you do that? Are you close, baby?” Till asks again and he presses another soft kiss to Richard’s lips.

He’s lost in pleasure.

“We’re ready baby. You can let go, we will always take care of you,” Christoph says, his hand moving a bit faster now and Richard whimpers, when his forefinger presses down directly beneath his tip.

“You're ours. Ours to love and ours to fuck. And I wanna fuck you so bad, but I know your back would probably give out on the ground here. I’ll fuck you later when Chris is pounding into me,” Till says and Richard squeeze his eyes shut.

They’re playing dirty.

“We love you sweetheart,” Christoph whispers and Richard’s whole body freezes, when he comes all over his stomach and Christoph’s hand, just like Till had wanted. He’s looking at the ornaments again and this time he really likes the view.

“I-I love you too,” Richard whispers, sleepily.

He doesn’t even register that Till is carrying him to the bedroom.

The next morning Richard’s phone beeps with a new message.

“And? Did it work?” Paul.

Richard sighs and groans when he moves. His whole body is hurting. But it was really worth it. He sends him a middle finger back, even though he hates using emojis. Paul deserves them sometimes.

“I knew it. You’re welcome. I told you it was a brilliant idea.” Paul texts back and Richard looks back to Christoph and Till who are both still sleeping peacefully.

Yeah Paul really had been right.

(Would probably be the first and last time though.)

Richard chuckles and then gets up to make breakfast for them.

He can’t look at the Christmas tree without blushing the whole holiday season.

Till laughs each time he sees that and even Christoph teases him with it.

Richard finds that he doesn’t mind.

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