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the weather outside is frightful - party poison/male!reader fluffmas ao3

lots of unnecessary world building but my excuse is that im neurodivergent also you can ignore that the reader is male if you want im just gay, lots of pining, read on tumblr v or on ao3 (link above ^)

Christmas in the Zones- Who would've thought such a thing existed? It's barely celebrated because of hundreds of reasons- The desert isn't the most Christmas-y climate, everything you find is used for survival, and there aren't any goddamn trees to decorate. Still, that doesn't mean the spirit of it is lost- The sacred holiday has been renamed as 'Giving Day', and it's celebrated by vigil. You can either meet up with others by a bonfire, or celebrate it with your own crew. Crowds are too much for most of your crew- The Fab Four- So, you set up camp in the parking lot of The Diner. There's an unspoken truce between the dozens of killjoys that roam the desert, so you don't have to worry about your fire being spotted and your camp being ambushed.

The whole point of the Vigil is so you can have time to reflect on the past year, and say your thanks to the Phoenix Witch for keeping everyone safe, maybe make some resolutions and some plans to end this goddamn war. It seems pointless- Third year in a row of doing this and nothing has changed. If anything, things have only gotten worse.

You sat there awkwardly in front of the blaze, holding your hands out to try and keep yourself warm. Party was cleaning their gun off to the side, a sour look etched on their face. Ghoul and Kobra were off to the side, playing tic-tac-toe in the sand and Jet was observing what looked like a lizard while finishing off a rabbit leg. No one had said a word since you had set up camp, and it was getting a bit uncomfortable.

You cleared your throat before sitting back. "So.. Anyone gonna say grace or-?"

"What is there to grace?" Party groaned. "We're no closer to finding The Girl, it smells like rabbit shit, and my gun's fuckin' jammed-"

"Now it feels like Giving Day." Kobra added in, Ghoul laughing in response.

"This year hasn't been all that bad, c'mon-" You scoffed, giving the redhead a look as sour as their own. "Remember that battery station we found out in Zone 3, hm? It was a risk getting there and back, but we got loads of shit that kept us going for a good while!" They only huffed in response. "And- We took out that massive cloud of Dracs the other day, yeah? Must've ghosted like.. 15 at least. You gotta lighten up a little, man."

"But if you weigh the pros to the cons-"

"Nuh-uh. Zip it." You cut them off, getting up and walking over to them. "Can't you get your head out of your ass for one day, and just relax? You can be a prick in the morning."

"He's right, y'know." Jet chimed in through his chewing. "Just take it easy for five minutes at least. You'll feel better, trust me."

Party grimaced before setting their gun down to the side, raising an eyebrow at you and giving you a look that said 'Ya happy now?' You nodded, sitting down by them. Party pulled their knees up to their chest, resting their head on top of them and wrapping their arms around themselves. Their unpleasant demeanor persisted, but it wasn't quite as vicious. You pat their shoulder sympathetically.

"Welp.. If no one is gonna do it.." Ghoul mumbled under his breath, getting up and moving to the center by the bonfire. He cleared his throat before beginning to speak in a dramatic and slightly obnoxious tone. "O' Mighty Witch! We thank thou for thy protection and thy support throughout these heartaches! May thou continue to lead us through these conundrums, and lead us into better days!"

You laughed softly at his antics, watching as he went on and on like he was performing a damn play or something. The others got a kick out of it, too, it seemed- Even Party gave a snort of amusement. When he finished, he bowed, and then burst into a fit of laughter himself.

"Well.. I don't think anyone's gonna beat that." Jet snorted, tossing the bone of his rabbit leg off to the side before standing up with a stretch. "I think I'm gonna turn in for the night."

"Aw, c'mon-" You pouted playfully. "I'm sure you got a speech somewhere in you."

"Nothing as good as that. G'night." He ruffled your hair before walking off and heading inside the Diner, door slamming shut behind him. Why was that door so damn loud, anyway? You'd think it was made of titanium or something.

"I think I'm gonna turn in, too. I'm still in all sorts of pain from that fire fight the other day-" Kobra finally spoke up, wiping the lenses of his sunglasses off with the sleeve of his red leather jacket. "Don't get into too much trouble." He told Ghoul, who stuck his tongue out in protest.

Ghoul glanced at you before getting up as well, giving you a look. “I.. Think I will too. ‘Night, y’all.” That little fucker.

You may have accidentally confessed to him on a drunken night that you had a crush on your fearless leader. You were hoping he had been too drunk to remember, but when would the universe ever grant you something as kind as that?

Ghoul winked before leaving you and Party alone by the dying fire. They got up and rearranged a few of the logs, striking another match or two to keep it burning bright. You were supposed to leave it going all night, granting the Phoenix Witch safe passage as she roamed the Zones.

“You’re not going to bed?” Party asked, sounding hesitant as they tossed another few twigs into the fire. Their soft features were illuminated by the warm glow of the fire, leaving you feeling a little breathless, although you’d never admit it to anyone.

You shook your head no after snapping out of your trance, your cheeks nearly going as red as their hair in embarrassment. “I’m not tired. Plus, I got some Giving Day thinking to do, y'know?"

"Yeah?" They turned, now fully facing you. "Whatcha thinking about?"

"Oh.. Uh.. Just Zone shit.. You know how it is." Party didn't buy it, you could tell, but they didn't press it either. They never were one to press or intrude, only insisting if it was a life or death situation. A part of you was thankful, but the other part wished they cared a little more. Maybe it was for the best they didn't, though. You were the outsider, only in their crew because they found you bleeding to death on the side of the road, still a kid. Kids could be pitied. But now that you had grown up? Not so much. "A lot has happened lately."

"Damn straight.." They replied, giving you their signature grin that sent your heart soaring once more. They were so goddamn charming and attractive without even trying, which was incredibly unfair. They took their seat beside you again, sitting a little closer than last time. 'Don't overthink it.', you told yourself.

They stayed quiet by your side, hazel eyes locked on the fire in front of them. That was another thing you had come to notice with them- They had a thing for fire. They loved the stuff, lighting fires when possible and always playing in it, seeing what they could burn and what couldn't be burnt. You're surprised they haven't burned themselves yet.

The silence was broken by the sound of Party reaching over to their beat up backpack and pulling something out, speaking to you in an impossibly soft tone. "I got you something, by the way."

You turned your head, attention caught instantly. Party getting you something? No fucking way. They shifted closer, holding out their hand to you to reveal a small necklace resting on their leather clad palm. Dull silver chains with a charm in the middle that looked like it was supposed to resemble a cassette tape. ".. Oh.. Wow.. This is-" You stumbled over your words, giving a giddy laugh. "I love it. It's incredible."

"Yeah?" They gave you another smile. "Want me to put it on you?" They looked down at the necklace, unclasping the chain. You nodded, turning your head and pulling back your hair. Carefully, they draped the necklace around your neck, adjusting the sizing before clasping it shut and letting it go.

You turned back towards them, now looking at the charm that rested on your chest. ".. Thank you."

Party nodded, gently holding the charm between two of their fingers. They were dangerously close, soft breath ghosting over your neck. It nearly made you shiver. "Found it the other day, I kid you not, laying in the desert sand.. And it reminded me of you, I guess." They looked back up towards you, hazel eyes doused with something unusually affectionate.

You couldn't stop yourself from leaning in a tad bit closer, gaze flickering down to their parted lips for a brief second. ".. Tell me I'm reading this wrong."

"You're not." They reached a gloved hand up and brushed a strand of your hair out of your face, fingers gently caressing your cheek. "I've heard what Ghoul's said, seen the looks he's given.. And I'd be a fool not to do anything about it."

Before you could even comprehend what they had said, they leaned in, and kissed you tenderly. It was soft, hesitant, giving you the chance to pull away at any moment. Like you would. You brought your own hand up and cupped their jaw tenderly, drawing them in closer as you kissed back, eyes fluttering shut. It was odd to think that they were even capable of being this gentle or this sweet, normally acting loud and disruptive. Maybe this side was saved for you.

You broke off the kiss when you needed to breathe, hearing them make a small sound of disappointment. Holy hell. You kissed them again when you had caught your breath- Firmer. Party was the one to break this kiss.

".. Well, I'll be damned." They breathed, resting their forehead against your own. "Looks like I got the best gift of all, hm?"

"Oh, shush-"

"Make me."

And you did, with another kiss.

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