blindedstarlight:

demidemon09:

singlebecauseofthechocobros:

Your tree stood in the
corner of the living space, decorated in lights and tinsel that caused the room to
twinkle. Gifts were placed neatly and perfectly wrapped underneath the tree and
the stockings were stuffed and handing over the small fireplace. It was a beautiful
sight to see, perhaps on Christmas Eve but it was Christmas day and nearly
seven at night and everything was untouched.

He was supposed to
have been home yesterday but there were complications on the mission, or at
least that is what he had explained on the phone. The last things you heard
from him was his voice saying he loved you as the line cut and the noises in
the background went silent.

You sat on the couch
wrapped in a blanked with your knees to your chest, your eyes puffy from
crying. Was he alright? What was happening? Was he even still breathing? Never
in your life had Christmas been your least favorite time of the year but as of
right now you wanted to just burn down the damn tree along with the gifts
underneath.

With the noise coming
from the television, some holiday movie playing, you almost didn’t notice the sound
of the door handle jiggling, following with a figure entering the apartment.

You jumped up and
locked eyes with your boyfriend, who was covered in cuts across his face. If he
was hurt anywhere else, it was unseen due to his coat and other attire,
bundling him up.

“Tredd,” you gasped as
you rushed over to him. He dropped his bags and caught you as you jumped into
his arms.

“Hey babe,” he
mumbled, his head burrowed into your neck.

“I was so worried
about you,” you cried, a few tears running down you cheeks, which he wiped
away.

“I’m sorry,” he said
shaking his head, “We got ambushed by some Nifs out in the field so I took a
bit longer to make it back.”

“Why didn’t you call
me again?”

“Lines went dead and
tech couldn’t get them back up until we were back in the city this morning.”

You backed up from
him, crossing your arms, “You were here all day and didn’t tell me?”

“Drautos wouldn’t let
me call-“

“Screw Drautos,” you
spat.

“Babe, “It’s
Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Don’t you fucking
dare use that as an excuse. Gods Tredd, I thought you might have died!”

“I know,” he pleaded
moving towards you, which you proceeded to recoil from him, “I had to get
patched up so they wouldn’t let me do anything else-”

“Patched up,” you interjected.
He then slowly began to take off his jacket. Moving his arms around he grimaced
in pain as he finally shed the attire and lifted his shirt to show a deep gash
running across his abdomen.

“I’m fine now, just
sore as hell,” he scowled again as he let down his shirt, “I swear I wanted to
call. I wanted to say fuck it and just come home but they had to fix me first.
I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”

Shaking your head you
felts tears begin to roll down your cheeks again as you moved closer to him and
hugged him tighter than you ever had before. He wrapped his arms around you as he stroked your hair, kissing the top of your head. Most people didn’t know Tredd
to be this way, but it was one of the reasons you loved him.

“I won’t ever do that
again,” he mumbled into your ear, “I love you too much to hurt you like this.”

“It’s fine,” you said,
looking up to me, “As long as you come home I can’t be mad at you.”

He took your hand in
his and pulled it to his chest, while using the other to tilt your head up and
kiss you softly. Soft was the exact opposite of who Tredd Furia was, but
perhaps this was just another Christmas miracle.

:O Loved it! Thank you so much!!!

Awwww this is precious 😭💜