Simply Having A Wonderful Christmastime (Lucy Boynton x fem!reader)
So, it's been a long time since I've written something. I know. I haven't forgotten about this blog, don't worry!! I'll work on another Lucy fic I have, and then I'll probably open requests again.
Without further a do, enjoy this little fluffy Lucy Christmas blurb I wrote!
Feedback here and on AO3 is very much appreciated!!
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“And… Done!” Lucy said as she stood back to admire her work.
The tree was decorated so beautifully: ornaments placed neatly on each branch, a beautiful, shiny star on top, and the ropes of lights twinkling all over.
Your phone was on the kitchen counter as you baked the cookies, playing timely Christmas music as you pulled the tray of gingerbread out of the oven.
“The mood is right
The spirit’s up
We're here tonight
And that's enough”
“Looks great, right?” Lucy called out to you, getting your attention.
You raised your head up and turned towards her and the tree, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Looks amazing, Luce.” You replied.
You set the tray on top of the stove, and walked over to her, apron and oven mitts still on.
“I love it so much. But not as much as I love you.” You gave her cheek a little peck.
She smiled and kissed you on the lips briefly in return.
“Everyone should be here in a moment.” Lucy chimed, excitement in her voice.
The music blaring from the speakers was interrupted by the text notification noise that you had set for Joe.
You walked over to the counter and checked your phone.
“On my way to the apartment. BTW, what should I get Lucy?”
“Anything she might like. I’ve bought her a pearl necklace, so jewelry is off the list.” You added an emoji conveying silliness to the text and sent it. Joe had been so busy with his new project that he had forgotten to buy everyone presents.
Suddenly there was a familiar voice yelling through the apartment door. “Hello?”
“Come on in, Rami!” You shouted out.
Rami walked in the doorway, holding some neatly wrapped packages and bags in his arms.
“Oh! Do you need any help with those?” You asked.
“No, thank you, I’ve got it.” Rami grunted as he struggled to hold all the parcels at once.
He finally found the counter, and placed the presents on it, careful not to drop any of them.
You rushed over to the kitchen, took your oven mitts off and helped Rami move the presents around, in order to avoid any of them falling over.
There was a knock at the apartment door, followed by a familiar voice. “Lucy? (Y/N)?”
It was Gwilym.
“Come in!” Lucy called out.
Gwilym came in through the door, holding a supply of snacks and drinks. “Merry Christmas!” he replied.
Ben was not too far behind, holding a load of presents. He peered over to the counter. “Damn it!” He exclaimed upon seeing Rami’s presents.
“Don’t worry guys, there’s still room for the presents on the counter, just hold on a second.” You chimed in.
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Everyone was sitting around the coffee table, drinks in hand, cookies and snacks on plates in the kitchen, and all the opened presents on top of the table.
You opened the second to last present, which was from Ben.
It was a pair of Ana Luisa earrings. Gold hoops the size of rings one would put on their fingers.
You loved them, and you thanked Ben for them.
Everybody was aware that you had the last present hidden, except for Lucy.
“Is that the last of the presents?” Lucy asked, gathering discarded wrapping paper off the floor.
“Actually…” You began, getting Lucy’s attention and motioning her to sit down on the couch next to you.
“...there is one last thing that I have.”
You pulled a smaller, but not too small, box out of your dress pocket and handed it to Lucy. Her eyes widened.
“For me? Oh, (Y/N), you shouldn’t have!”
She took the box from your hand, and opened it.
The pearls of the necklace shone brightly in the Christmas tree lights.
Tears began to form in her eyes.
“Oh, (Y/N)! I love it! And I love you with all of my heart.”
She wrapped her arms around you and kissed your lips. The red wool of her sweater felt so good against your hands as you embraced her back.
“I love you too, Luce.”
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