literature

FinlandXReader: All I Want For Christmas Is You

Deviation Actions

Russialover174's avatar
Published:
674 Views

Literature Text

Your friends always pictured Santa Claus as an old, fat man with a white beard and red, rosy cheeks. But you certainly knew differently. Really, Santa was a young handsome Tino Väinämöinen. (A/N: I've never seen that many accents in a sentence, let alone one word.)
The man you were madly in love with. Though, he would never know. He was like your best friend, and you were nothing but that to him.
When you first found out about "Santa's" real appearance/name, you were eight.
~~flash back~~
You woke to a shout from the roof, then a thud, thud and a crash.
"It must be Santa!" you exclaimed quietly, getting out of bed quickly and quietly, making sure not to wake your parents how slept in the bedroom below yours.
You looked out the frosted window to find a figure flat on their back in the fresh snow.
You ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time, then skipping the last because it would creak loud enough to wake the dead. You zipped out your front door, too excited to get your coat and boots. The cold snow bit at your exposed toes and ankles.
"Santa?" you said, running to the figure you had seen in the window. In the bright moon light, you could tell it was a young man, snow covering parts of his hair and red winter shoulder cloak. His face had a pained expression. Probably because he had just fallen from a two story house onto a stone walkway covered in a dusting of ice and snow. (A/N: falling from a standing position hurts!)
"You aren't Santa Claus!" you exclaimed, bending down to see if the young man were still alive.
His naturally happy brown eyes opened, and he said, "Yah, I am Sinter Klaus."
You jumped back, surprised.
The young man sat up, hissing "Ohyaah" as he stretched out his probably bruised muscles. After the pain relieving ritual, he brushed snow from his tawny bangs.
"Then where are your reindeer?" you snapped, folding your arms over your chest.
The man stood, wincing slightly, muttering, "I haven't fallen from a roof in a long time" stretching his back, wincing, then began brushing snow from all over.
"Where are they usually?" he asked, smiling widely down at you. You turned around, gapping at the sight of eight tiny reindeer (A/N: 1. Reindeer are HUGE, so I have no idea where the tiny-cest comes from. 2. Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitson and Rudolf! Okay, not Rudolf, he's forever alone still.) And a sleigh on your roof.
"You ARE Santa!" you cried, hugging him tightly around the legs. (A/N: Tino might be short, very short in fact, but eight year old you is even shorter. Deal with it.)
~~Les flash back over~~
Every Christmas thereon, Tino left you a special gift in your window box. Handmade dolls, Finnish candies, stuff like that. Tino would come to visit you as often as he could, of course at night when your parents had gone to bed and were long asleep. (A/N: no, don't think anything creep like "Pedo", "Netherlands/Holland", or "Pedobear". Or I will kill you.)
Now that you were older, however, Tino could visit you for days or even weeks at a time, like a friend who simply lived up state, not like he were Santa.
You hadn't seen or talked to Tino for nearly a month, normal for December, and late November. But you anticipated his return. You went to bed happy, knowing Tino would be waiting for you in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast, your present waiting on the counter, that next morning.
~~Morning~~
You woke to warm arms wrapped around you. You snuggled into the arms owner's chest, knowing it was Tino from the honey-and-warm-milk scent of his skin. It was wonderful, like one of your wildest fantasies come true.
"tell me, (name)," he murmured, his voice strangely solemn and quiet in your dark bedroom. "is there a man you love?"
You kept your face in his warm chest so he couldn't see your cheeks as the flushed.
"Yes," you said quietly.
"I see," he said just as quietly, drawing away from you.
"what are you doing?" you demanded.
"for so long, I have wanted you to say yes, but to say it was ME. That you loved me." His voice was so quiet and pained, you felt it pull at your heart strings.
"it is you!" you cried, hugging his from behind, burying your face in his shoulder.
Tino reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a small box. Your present.
"then will you give me the greatest gift of all?" he asked, waiting for you to answer.
"what do you want?" you whispered.
"all I want for Christmas is you," he said as he opened the box, revealing a beautiful blue diamond ring.
"yes! Yes, Tino!" you said, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly, never wanting to let go. He slowly kissed your temple, then cheek and finally his lips pressed on yours; kissing you as if it were your last.
so, yeah

if you like my work, send in a request, or idea, i'll have it done for you in a jiffy!

Signed- a content Vanya Marmalade
© 2012 - 2024 Russialover174
Comments16
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
HIKAORU-FUJIOKA's avatar
HOLY CANDY CANES!!! That was so Kawaii!!! I wish that would actually happen :sad: crying :sad: :crying: rvmp crying