Note: Here, on this Merry Crisis, have some Christmas fic. This was actually originally posted in July…but that doesn’t matter. It’s Christmas now.
The power of invisibility came with many perks. One of which, you were using right now to Santa-hat ambush your teammates. First was Kurt. He was the easiest, despite the fact that he was a teleporter. At the moment, he was curled up on the couch, a mug of cocoa in-hand. He was very cozy, and as you stuck a red and white hat on his head, he didn’t so much as flinch. In fact, he smiled, very excited to embrace his first holiday season in America.
Next came Peter. This was easier said than done. Even with your invisibility, every time you got close to him, he zipped across the room to do something. But after about ten minutes of chasing him down, he too was wearing a Santa hat.
After Peter, you pulled a Santa Hat onto Scott’s head. He was too busy kissing Jean to notice. But when he pulled away, he caught sight of the fuzzy white poofball attached to the red hat’s tail.
“What the-?”
“Watch,” Jean whispered. Sure enough, more Santa hats began appearing on the heads of their friends around the room from seemingly nowhere, and seeing as Peter was preoccupied and the room wasn’t full of smoke, there was only one other person it could be. You.
And after you had Santa’d Jean, Charles, Ororo, Jubilee, Hank, and Logan, there was only one person left.
Warren.
Your cheeks began to burn at the thought of it, but you pushed yourself onwards. He was leaning against the wall, away from the others, watching with a bemused smirk. If he heard one more comment about him being the Christmas angel or something that involved him climbing on top of that tree, he was going to shove it so far up Peter’s ass-
He looked around the room. Everyone except him was wearing a Santa hat. Had they been like that a minute ago? He was sure they hadn’t. Wait a minute.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered softly.
You froze in place, your arms poised just above his head. A smirk tugged at your lip, and another idea struck. You leaned in very slowly and pressed a long kiss to his cheek.
He grinned and reached out for you, a large hand settling on your waist. His touch shocked you into visibility, and suddenly you were standing there in front of him, wearing your candy cane-striped pajamas with rosy cheeks and wide eyes. He brushed the hair out of your face, his rough fingers brushing against the soft skin of your face. You stuck the Santa hat on top of his golden curls, a mischievous twinkle in your gaze. He exhaled a long breath, just taking you in. And then he pulled you in for a sweet, holiday kiss.
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