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thymeladywho wanted modern Guy/Marian and christmas-decorating. There's still one more fic for you to go, so keep an eye out! ;-)
Title: Living Lights
Characters/Pairings: Guy/Marian, OC
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack, Modern!AU, even more crack. And yay for Muse-references
Genre: Humor/Fluff/Romance/Even more fluff
Word-count: 231
A/N: Christmas prompt forthymelady
Disclaimer: I own nothing in relation to this
Summary: Marian has been decorating the Christmas tree. Guy... isn't exactly sure what to think of it
”… Marian?”
”Yes, dearest Guy?”
”What is that?”
Marian blinked, peering around the edge of the door to find her husband standing in the living-room, staring in open-mouthed… horror.
“It’s a Christmas-tree,” she stated, hoping he wouldn’t go into some form of shock.
Guy blinked. “No,”
“Yes?”
“No.”
“But, ummm, yes?”
“That Marian, is not a Christmas tree.”
“No, but really, it is.”
“That, my dear sweet wife, is an explosion of red and green and silver and… and pink. It’s a Teletubbi that has thrown up in our living-room. It’s… it’s… Matthew Bellamy’s wardrobe…”
Marian burst out laughing. Guy looked a little affronted.
“What did you do, find every box of Christmas-decoration in the whole world and pour them over the poor thing?” He asked, stepping closer to the tree and peering. “I can’t even see the branches!”
“We might’ve overdone it,” Marian agreed, still laughing.
“Might have,” Guy muttered, turning to his daughter sitting quietly on the couch and swinging her legs. “Your mother says might have!?”
Katarina smiled sweetly. “I think it’s pretty, dad.”
Guy threw his hands in the air with a defeated sigh. “Fine, I guess arguing with you two won’t help any,”
“It won’t,” his daughter firmly said, though her resolve might’ve been shaken a bit as she was promptly chased around the living-room and threatened with tickling, her mother’s laugh ringing through the air.
thymeladywho wanted modern Guy/Marian and christmas-decorating. There's still one more fic for you to go, so keep an eye out! ;-)Title: Living Lights
Characters/Pairings: Guy/Marian, OC
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack, Modern!AU, even more crack. And yay for Muse-references
Genre: Humor/Fluff/Romance/Even more fluff
Word-count: 231
A/N: Christmas prompt for
thymeladyDisclaimer: I own nothing in relation to this
Summary: Marian has been decorating the Christmas tree. Guy... isn't exactly sure what to think of it
”… Marian?”
”Yes, dearest Guy?”
”What is that?”
Marian blinked, peering around the edge of the door to find her husband standing in the living-room, staring in open-mouthed… horror.
“It’s a Christmas-tree,” she stated, hoping he wouldn’t go into some form of shock.
Guy blinked. “No,”
“Yes?”
“No.”
“But, ummm, yes?”
“That Marian, is not a Christmas tree.”
“No, but really, it is.”
“That, my dear sweet wife, is an explosion of red and green and silver and… and pink. It’s a Teletubbi that has thrown up in our living-room. It’s… it’s… Matthew Bellamy’s wardrobe…”
Marian burst out laughing. Guy looked a little affronted.
“What did you do, find every box of Christmas-decoration in the whole world and pour them over the poor thing?” He asked, stepping closer to the tree and peering. “I can’t even see the branches!”
“We might’ve overdone it,” Marian agreed, still laughing.
“Might have,” Guy muttered, turning to his daughter sitting quietly on the couch and swinging her legs. “Your mother says might have!?”
Katarina smiled sweetly. “I think it’s pretty, dad.”
Guy threw his hands in the air with a defeated sigh. “Fine, I guess arguing with you two won’t help any,”
“It won’t,” his daughter firmly said, though her resolve might’ve been shaken a bit as she was promptly chased around the living-room and threatened with tickling, her mother’s laugh ringing through the air.
