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Hopefully, I'll get around to posting the rest of it before/around Christmas/eventually.
Title:
Author: Meee.
Pairing: Tuomas/Emppu
Rating: G or maybe PG in this chapter.
Summary: Emppu spends Christmas with Tuomas.
Disclaimer: Not affiliated with the members of Nightwish or anything related to the band, and how the hell would I make money off of this? I'd like to know. Srsly.
(Also, I is working on a Emppu/Tuomas/Perttu Kivilaakso pron. If anyone's interested, I will actually try to finish and post it.)
Watching Jukka, Marco, and Anette walk out Tuomas’s front door made Emppu jealous; they all had families to go home to, a loving spouse and adorable children. They had someone to sleep next to, to hold them, to love them. Normally, this didn’t bother Emppu; a beautiful wife and children were certainly in his future. But tonight was Christmas Eve and he had nobody waiting at home for him. He felt lonelier than ever.
He sighed, putting on his coat as Anette showered him with perfume-scented hugs and kisses. “Merry Christmas, you cute little Kissa,” she exclaimed warmly. “Have a wonderful holiday! I shall see you for the New Year. Enjoy your new underwear and don’t drink too much.”
Emppu chuckled. “Merry Christmas, Anette.”
He hugged Jukka and Marco, and his three band mates walked out into the freezing winter snow.
“Bye, my friends!” Tuomas called after them, looking sad to see them go.
“Okay, Tuo. I guess I’ll see you--”
“Emppu, wait,” Tuomas stopped him as he stuck a booted foot out the door. “Do you have to leave?”
“Er, well, I mean…well, no.”
“Then stay the night, please. Spend Christmas with me?”
“Uh, okay,” Emppu agreed, surprised.
Tuomas threw his arms around the short blonde happily. “I would have been so lonely! Let’s go make Christmas cookies!”
Emppu giggled, suddenly feeling a lot happier about Christmas, as Tuomas pulled him into the kitchen.
The kitchen was spotless because Anette had insisted upon cleaning up after everyone. Tuomas pulled out all the necessary ingredients: sugar, butter, flour, eggs.
Tuomas sent Emppu to work, and the blonde began cutting tree- and star-shapes from the dough.
“Oh, no,” he said, pulling up a ripped bell. The other half of it stuck to the cutting board.
“You need more flour,” said Tuomas, grinning. He held out the bag, and when Emppu went to take it, he dropped it. A cloud of white flung itself at the blonde, coating his face and shoulders with soft powder.
“Perkele,” he muttered while Tuomas burst out laughing.
“Kissa! You are too cute!” The dark-haired man wiped the flour from Emppu’s eyes. “You’re already white enough, I think,” Tuomas said, grinning. Emppu blushed, glad Tuomas couldn’t see.
“Sorry about the flour.
“It’s fine. You go clean yourself off and I’ll finish the cookies.”
Emppu smiled sheepishly and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he returned, Tuomas was about to put the cookies in the oven.
“Don’t forget the sprinkles!” Emppu reminded him, picking up the container and opening it.
“I’d better put them on myself,” Tuomas advised with a chuckle. He decorated the cookies and slid them into the oven. “We’ve got twenty minutes. Would you like some cocoa?”
Emppu nodded.
Tuomas poured the leftover cocoa, still steaming from the party earlier. He handed Emppu a cup and took one for himself.
“Hey, Tony gave you these!” Emppu noticed, blowing gently at his mug.
“Yeah. He’s like a walking Sonata advertisement,” Tuomas said fondly, fingering the Sonata Arctica label on his cup. “So….”
“So…,” said Emppu.
“So when did you realize Santa wasn’t real?” Tuomas asked out of curiosity.
Emppu gasped. “Santa isn’t real?!”
Tuomas laughed as Emppu widened his blue eyes in pretend shock.
“I’m sorry. I must have mistaken him with the Tooth Fairy. Santa exsists.”
Emppu smiled and calmed down. “Okay. Thank goodness; I was beginning to think my whole life was a lie.” Emppu sipped some hot chocolate and burned his tongue.
The moment the cookies came out of the oven, the two men devoured them like starving wolves.
“Delicious!” said Emppu, reaching for another, but Tuomas slapped his hand away.
“Leave some for my parents, now,” he advised. Emppu smiled innocently.
“You’ve still got flour on your sweater,” the tall man noticed. “I’ll let you borrow some of my pajamas and you can shower that flour out of your hair if you’d like.”
Emppu smiled gratefully.
He found himself in Tuomas’s Shrek pajamas, the ones with Puss In Boots all over them. He had hiked the bottoms up so he could walk without tripping. Tuomas was in his favorite Mickey Mouse pajamas.
“Cool,” Tuomas approved.
“I wanted to wear the pretty pink Disney Princess ones, but they were in the wash,” Emppu explained. Tuomas rolled his eyes. Emppu and he cuddled up in some blankets on the couch in front of the television and watched sleepily as Elf came on screen.
“Thank you so much for staying,” Tuomas told Emppu. “I didn’t want to spend Christmas night completely alone.”
“Neither did I,” Emppu responded, eyes fixated to the screen.
“You’re a great friend,” Tuomas went on. “I love you.”
“Love you to, Tuo. Oh! This is my favorite part, when he gets hit by the taxi!”
Tuomas chuckled and both men fell silent. They fell asleep to the movie without even realizing. Tuomas lay practically on top of the short Emppu, head resting heavily on the blonde’s shoulder. The guitarist had wrapped an arm around him, holding him close for warmth as if he were a heavy comforter.
Sun peeked through the windows the next morning. The men stirred from the positions they’d fallen asleep in.
“G’morning, you fat lard,” Emppu greeted, squeezing out from underneath the poet and rolling onto the floor in a heap of tangled blankets.
“Merry Christmas, Kissa.”
“Hyvää joulua. What time is it?”
“Ah, ten.”
“I’m going back to sleep.”
“No, you’re not. We’re going to make breakfast. And my parents are coming over at four. You will help me make dinner.”
Emppu borrowed more of Tuomas’s clothes: a black shirt and a worn hoodie. He rolled up the jeans until his feet were visible.
“Why are you so tall?” he complained, nibbling at the pancakes Tuomas had ended up having to make by himself.
“Why are you so short?” Tuomas shot back.
“Why are you so skinny? I could barely fit these on.”
“Why are you so…not skinny?”
Emppu pouted at him. “Are you calling me fat?”
“No. I’m calling you less-skinny-than-I-am.”
“Oh.”
The two Finns stood outside, blocking the freezing wind with their large, puffy jackets. Scarves billowed and hats and gloves protected their heads and fingers.
Tuomas scanned the area critically. There was an incredible amount of snow; perfect.
“I can’t remember the last time I made a snowman!” Emppu exclaimed. Tuomas looked at him.
“Last year, remember? You made one last year at this same location.”
“You are mistaken. That was a snowwoman. And she was very sexy. She asked you out, but you refused. I still have no clue why.”
“I prefer women who don’t have to melt their bodies to unrealistic sizes in order to please me. Plus, she asked me out in your voice.”
Emppu leaned over and picked up some snow, formed a ball, and threw it at Tuomas.
“Perkele!” Tuomas shouted as it smacked him in the face. “You’re going down!”
Instead of retaliating with another snowball, Tuomas leapt onto the short man, knocking him onto his back.
“Vittu! Tuomas,” Emppu gasped, pathetically smacking at Tuomas’s marshmallow-covered back.
Tuomas smiled mischievously, reaching into his pocket while still lying on the blonde. Emppu frowned at him as he pulled out something. He dangled it above Emppu’s face, and the guitarist rolled his eyes.
“Mistletoe,” Tuomas said suggestively. He smirked and leaned down while Emppu began to fight him off.
“Noooo! Never! I will not join the dark side!”
“But we have Christmas cookies!” Tuomas explained, inching his face closer.
“Oh, well in that case….” Emppu yanked Tuomas’s head down unexpectedly and their lips crushed together.
Surprised, Tuomas jerked back, gasping, and licked his lips. He felt his face grow red. Emppu was so incredibly soft….
“Where are my cookies?” the small man asked.
“Huh…? Inside. Shall we get started on the snowman?”
“Let’s make a snowcat.”
“If you wish.” The taller man rolled off the blonde, pocketed the mistletoe for another time, and he and the guitarist got to their feet.
After two hours of throwing snowballs at one another and occasionally making a snow angel, the Finns managed to build five snowcats. Five, because Emppu decided to jump on and crush four of them right after Tuomas put on the carrot nose.
Tuomas asked why he decided to save this particular one.
Emppu said because it resembled Tuomas and he didn’t want to smash something that looked like his best friend. Tuomas eyed the snowcat.
“How does it resemble me?”
“It is almost as white as you.”
“Almost?”
“No one has skin as pale as yours.”
“Thank you,” Tuomas said with an air of triumph.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Holopainen!” Emppu exclaimed as Tuomas’s parents arrived.
“Emppu! I didn’t know you’d be joining us for Christmas dinner,” said Mrs. Holopainen, surprised but warmly.
“Hello, Mum, Dad,” greeted Tuomas, hugging his father and kissing his mother on her rosy cheeks. “Emppu helped me make dinner. Or helped try to ruin dinner. I asked him to stay for Christmas….”
Dinner was cheerful, especially thanks to Emppu, who lead the Holopainens in Christmas carols with his mouth full of potatoes.
As the Holopainens prepared to leave, Emppu caught Mrs. Holopainen talking in a low voice on his way to the bathroom.
“Why don’t you go out with him? He’s such a sweet boy.”
“Mum, he’s not gay. And he doesn’t even know I am. Only Marco and Jukka know. Besides, it would ruin the band if we dated,” Tuomas explained in a hushed tone.
“Well, I think you should ask him out.”
“I’ve been friends with him since high school!”
“I think he would be perfect for you.”
“It wouldn’t work out, Mum. I’ll see you, okay?”
“Call me, now,” Mrs. Holopainen advised, kissing her son goodbye. She and her husband left.
Emppu’s head was spinning. Tuomas was gay? Why hadn’t he been told this? Didn’t Tuomas trust him? And wait a minute…he had kissed Tuomas! He hadn’t lead the man on, had he?!
As he pondered how to react to this important piece of information, Tuomas came up behind him, hugging him.
“Thanks for spending Christmas with me. My parents would have just been chastising me the entire day and it would have just been so awful. I really appreciate it.”
“Uh, no problem. But I have to ask you one thing…,” Emppu said, turning around and staring up at Tuomas, who looked confused. “When were you planning on telling me that you’re gay?”
Title:
Author: Meee.
Pairing: Tuomas/Emppu
Rating: G or maybe PG in this chapter.
Summary: Emppu spends Christmas with Tuomas.
Disclaimer: Not affiliated with the members of Nightwish or anything related to the band, and how the hell would I make money off of this? I'd like to know. Srsly.
(Also, I is working on a Emppu/Tuomas/Perttu Kivilaakso pron. If anyone's interested, I will actually try to finish and post it.)
Watching Jukka, Marco, and Anette walk out Tuomas’s front door made Emppu jealous; they all had families to go home to, a loving spouse and adorable children. They had someone to sleep next to, to hold them, to love them. Normally, this didn’t bother Emppu; a beautiful wife and children were certainly in his future. But tonight was Christmas Eve and he had nobody waiting at home for him. He felt lonelier than ever.
He sighed, putting on his coat as Anette showered him with perfume-scented hugs and kisses. “Merry Christmas, you cute little Kissa,” she exclaimed warmly. “Have a wonderful holiday! I shall see you for the New Year. Enjoy your new underwear and don’t drink too much.”
Emppu chuckled. “Merry Christmas, Anette.”
He hugged Jukka and Marco, and his three band mates walked out into the freezing winter snow.
“Bye, my friends!” Tuomas called after them, looking sad to see them go.
“Okay, Tuo. I guess I’ll see you--”
“Emppu, wait,” Tuomas stopped him as he stuck a booted foot out the door. “Do you have to leave?”
“Er, well, I mean…well, no.”
“Then stay the night, please. Spend Christmas with me?”
“Uh, okay,” Emppu agreed, surprised.
Tuomas threw his arms around the short blonde happily. “I would have been so lonely! Let’s go make Christmas cookies!”
Emppu giggled, suddenly feeling a lot happier about Christmas, as Tuomas pulled him into the kitchen.
The kitchen was spotless because Anette had insisted upon cleaning up after everyone. Tuomas pulled out all the necessary ingredients: sugar, butter, flour, eggs.
Tuomas sent Emppu to work, and the blonde began cutting tree- and star-shapes from the dough.
“Oh, no,” he said, pulling up a ripped bell. The other half of it stuck to the cutting board.
“You need more flour,” said Tuomas, grinning. He held out the bag, and when Emppu went to take it, he dropped it. A cloud of white flung itself at the blonde, coating his face and shoulders with soft powder.
“Perkele,” he muttered while Tuomas burst out laughing.
“Kissa! You are too cute!” The dark-haired man wiped the flour from Emppu’s eyes. “You’re already white enough, I think,” Tuomas said, grinning. Emppu blushed, glad Tuomas couldn’t see.
“Sorry about the flour.
“It’s fine. You go clean yourself off and I’ll finish the cookies.”
Emppu smiled sheepishly and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he returned, Tuomas was about to put the cookies in the oven.
“Don’t forget the sprinkles!” Emppu reminded him, picking up the container and opening it.
“I’d better put them on myself,” Tuomas advised with a chuckle. He decorated the cookies and slid them into the oven. “We’ve got twenty minutes. Would you like some cocoa?”
Emppu nodded.
Tuomas poured the leftover cocoa, still steaming from the party earlier. He handed Emppu a cup and took one for himself.
“Hey, Tony gave you these!” Emppu noticed, blowing gently at his mug.
“Yeah. He’s like a walking Sonata advertisement,” Tuomas said fondly, fingering the Sonata Arctica label on his cup. “So….”
“So…,” said Emppu.
“So when did you realize Santa wasn’t real?” Tuomas asked out of curiosity.
Emppu gasped. “Santa isn’t real?!”
Tuomas laughed as Emppu widened his blue eyes in pretend shock.
“I’m sorry. I must have mistaken him with the Tooth Fairy. Santa exsists.”
Emppu smiled and calmed down. “Okay. Thank goodness; I was beginning to think my whole life was a lie.” Emppu sipped some hot chocolate and burned his tongue.
The moment the cookies came out of the oven, the two men devoured them like starving wolves.
“Delicious!” said Emppu, reaching for another, but Tuomas slapped his hand away.
“Leave some for my parents, now,” he advised. Emppu smiled innocently.
“You’ve still got flour on your sweater,” the tall man noticed. “I’ll let you borrow some of my pajamas and you can shower that flour out of your hair if you’d like.”
Emppu smiled gratefully.
He found himself in Tuomas’s Shrek pajamas, the ones with Puss In Boots all over them. He had hiked the bottoms up so he could walk without tripping. Tuomas was in his favorite Mickey Mouse pajamas.
“Cool,” Tuomas approved.
“I wanted to wear the pretty pink Disney Princess ones, but they were in the wash,” Emppu explained. Tuomas rolled his eyes. Emppu and he cuddled up in some blankets on the couch in front of the television and watched sleepily as Elf came on screen.
“Thank you so much for staying,” Tuomas told Emppu. “I didn’t want to spend Christmas night completely alone.”
“Neither did I,” Emppu responded, eyes fixated to the screen.
“You’re a great friend,” Tuomas went on. “I love you.”
“Love you to, Tuo. Oh! This is my favorite part, when he gets hit by the taxi!”
Tuomas chuckled and both men fell silent. They fell asleep to the movie without even realizing. Tuomas lay practically on top of the short Emppu, head resting heavily on the blonde’s shoulder. The guitarist had wrapped an arm around him, holding him close for warmth as if he were a heavy comforter.
Sun peeked through the windows the next morning. The men stirred from the positions they’d fallen asleep in.
“G’morning, you fat lard,” Emppu greeted, squeezing out from underneath the poet and rolling onto the floor in a heap of tangled blankets.
“Merry Christmas, Kissa.”
“Hyvää joulua. What time is it?”
“Ah, ten.”
“I’m going back to sleep.”
“No, you’re not. We’re going to make breakfast. And my parents are coming over at four. You will help me make dinner.”
Emppu borrowed more of Tuomas’s clothes: a black shirt and a worn hoodie. He rolled up the jeans until his feet were visible.
“Why are you so tall?” he complained, nibbling at the pancakes Tuomas had ended up having to make by himself.
“Why are you so short?” Tuomas shot back.
“Why are you so skinny? I could barely fit these on.”
“Why are you so…not skinny?”
Emppu pouted at him. “Are you calling me fat?”
“No. I’m calling you less-skinny-than-I-am.”
“Oh.”
The two Finns stood outside, blocking the freezing wind with their large, puffy jackets. Scarves billowed and hats and gloves protected their heads and fingers.
Tuomas scanned the area critically. There was an incredible amount of snow; perfect.
“I can’t remember the last time I made a snowman!” Emppu exclaimed. Tuomas looked at him.
“Last year, remember? You made one last year at this same location.”
“You are mistaken. That was a snowwoman. And she was very sexy. She asked you out, but you refused. I still have no clue why.”
“I prefer women who don’t have to melt their bodies to unrealistic sizes in order to please me. Plus, she asked me out in your voice.”
Emppu leaned over and picked up some snow, formed a ball, and threw it at Tuomas.
“Perkele!” Tuomas shouted as it smacked him in the face. “You’re going down!”
Instead of retaliating with another snowball, Tuomas leapt onto the short man, knocking him onto his back.
“Vittu! Tuomas,” Emppu gasped, pathetically smacking at Tuomas’s marshmallow-covered back.
Tuomas smiled mischievously, reaching into his pocket while still lying on the blonde. Emppu frowned at him as he pulled out something. He dangled it above Emppu’s face, and the guitarist rolled his eyes.
“Mistletoe,” Tuomas said suggestively. He smirked and leaned down while Emppu began to fight him off.
“Noooo! Never! I will not join the dark side!”
“But we have Christmas cookies!” Tuomas explained, inching his face closer.
“Oh, well in that case….” Emppu yanked Tuomas’s head down unexpectedly and their lips crushed together.
Surprised, Tuomas jerked back, gasping, and licked his lips. He felt his face grow red. Emppu was so incredibly soft….
“Where are my cookies?” the small man asked.
“Huh…? Inside. Shall we get started on the snowman?”
“Let’s make a snowcat.”
“If you wish.” The taller man rolled off the blonde, pocketed the mistletoe for another time, and he and the guitarist got to their feet.
After two hours of throwing snowballs at one another and occasionally making a snow angel, the Finns managed to build five snowcats. Five, because Emppu decided to jump on and crush four of them right after Tuomas put on the carrot nose.
Tuomas asked why he decided to save this particular one.
Emppu said because it resembled Tuomas and he didn’t want to smash something that looked like his best friend. Tuomas eyed the snowcat.
“How does it resemble me?”
“It is almost as white as you.”
“Almost?”
“No one has skin as pale as yours.”
“Thank you,” Tuomas said with an air of triumph.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Holopainen!” Emppu exclaimed as Tuomas’s parents arrived.
“Emppu! I didn’t know you’d be joining us for Christmas dinner,” said Mrs. Holopainen, surprised but warmly.
“Hello, Mum, Dad,” greeted Tuomas, hugging his father and kissing his mother on her rosy cheeks. “Emppu helped me make dinner. Or helped try to ruin dinner. I asked him to stay for Christmas….”
Dinner was cheerful, especially thanks to Emppu, who lead the Holopainens in Christmas carols with his mouth full of potatoes.
As the Holopainens prepared to leave, Emppu caught Mrs. Holopainen talking in a low voice on his way to the bathroom.
“Why don’t you go out with him? He’s such a sweet boy.”
“Mum, he’s not gay. And he doesn’t even know I am. Only Marco and Jukka know. Besides, it would ruin the band if we dated,” Tuomas explained in a hushed tone.
“Well, I think you should ask him out.”
“I’ve been friends with him since high school!”
“I think he would be perfect for you.”
“It wouldn’t work out, Mum. I’ll see you, okay?”
“Call me, now,” Mrs. Holopainen advised, kissing her son goodbye. She and her husband left.
Emppu’s head was spinning. Tuomas was gay? Why hadn’t he been told this? Didn’t Tuomas trust him? And wait a minute…he had kissed Tuomas! He hadn’t lead the man on, had he?!
As he pondered how to react to this important piece of information, Tuomas came up behind him, hugging him.
“Thanks for spending Christmas with me. My parents would have just been chastising me the entire day and it would have just been so awful. I really appreciate it.”
“Uh, no problem. But I have to ask you one thing…,” Emppu said, turning around and staring up at Tuomas, who looked confused. “When were you planning on telling me that you’re gay?”