#just wanted to share something fluffy with you all on christmas day ♥︎

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A Very Shippy Christmas - Day 4 ; Carols

This is late ‘cause I ended up getting sick, which is also why it’s short and sucky DX but hey, I didn’t miss a day at least!

For this prompt, I chose to write for…

…Francis!

Please enjoy my sappy little Christmas fic with my beloved husband ♥︎

A quick key;

Italics - Bronwen singing

Bold - Francis singing

Both - Singing together

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“Stockings are hung with care

The children sleep with one eye open

Now there's more than toys at stake

'Cause I'm older now but not done hoping”

Where could that be coming from? Francis had just walked in the door, about to greet his wife- something that was still so new to him, being married to Bronwen, but it filled his heart with the purest joy at the very thought- when he heard someone singing. The voice was beautiful, but he didn’t recognize the singer. Who could it be? Taking a careful step inside, taking off his snow-covered coat, Francis carefully began following the sound.

“The twinkling of the lights

The scent of candles fill the household

Old saint Nick has taken flight

With a heart on board, so please be careful”

He knew that song. It was Bronwen’s favourite Christmas song from one of her mother’s Christmas albums- she’d been listening to it in her headphones almost daily since December started. Cold December Night, it was called. Quite a fitting title, seeing as it was snowing out and night had night since fallen- but that wasn’t important that moment. What mattered was that the sound appeared to be coming from the living room, since the closer Francis grew to it as he walked down the lavish halls of their shared home, the louder it seemed to get.

“Each year I ask for many different things

But now I know what my heart wants you to bring”

Finally reaching the source of the sound, Francis was met with a very different sight- Bronwen, just finishing up sewing some kind of red dress. It had fluffy white trim and appeared to have her usual rockabilly style, with a black sash around the middle. She must have been making something to wear for the holidays to stay in the spirit. But didn’t he say he could have all that stuff tailored for her? Oh well, it was a bit late on that front. What was most important was that he’d found the voice- it was coming from her.

Francis had never heard it before, but Bronwen was singing.

“So please just fall in love with me this Christmas”

Francis chuckled a bit, and Bronwen jumped a bit with as gasp, instantly pausing her singing and looking towards him. A blush consumed Bronwen’s face as she quickly cut the thread and shoved the dress off to the side, her gaze shooting to the floor in embarrassment. “F-Francis! I didn’t think you’d be home so soon… oh stars, you heard me singing, didn’t you? I’m so sorry for your ears, that must have been awful, oh dear stars-”

“Your voice is beautiful, my treasure.” Francis interrupted, making his way over to Bronwen and delicately pulling her up from her seat, “That song sounds far better when you sing it. Why would you try to hide?”

Bronwen’s blush darkened even more, “I… I always thought I sucked at singing, so I just tried to only do it when I was alone, or I was too quiet for anybody to hear.”

“Well, that simply won’t do. But now that I’ve heard you, there’s no reason to hide, is there? You can keep singing if you’d like.” Francis offered as he interlocked their hands. But, she was quiet. “I see… still shy, my treasure?”

The brunette nodded a little. Francis couldn’t help his sigh, “Then I suppose I’ll have to help you.”

After taking a breath, his hand slipped under Bronwen’s chin, turning her gaze towards him.

“There's nothing else that I would need this Christmas…”

A look of shock quickly overtook Bronwen’s features, but realizing what he was doing, she was swift to smile. Wrapping her arms around him, the two began singing- together.

“Won't be wrapped under the tree

I want something that lasts forever”

Francis’ hand moved up to Bronwen’s cheek, and leaning close to her face, their voices lowered down to a soft, gentle volume, as if the next line were a secret meant for only them to hear.

“So kiss me on this cold December night”

With those words, the gap between the couple was closed, smiles on their lips as the husband and wife shared a sweet kiss under the lights of their Christmas tree.