A Christmas fic just for Chrisley sailors.

Today, Raite will take everyone on an ancient boat trip back to the Victorian era. Hehe.

When composing this song, it was very gentle. I want everyone to listen together.

- Where did it go wrong? Please give me some advice -

Mistletoe

short fiction

Kris x Lay

Special Christmas Edition

Lay couldn't understand why. That brother was so stuck in my memory.

Maybe it was because of his handsomeness that radiated even before he was even fifteen years old.

It might have been the sound of the trumpet that sounded every time he entered the castle.

Or maybe it was eyes that were sharper than the metal slashing swords that those knights always wore at their waists.

But looking at him with kindness... Only with him alone

“Sir, you are the son of a duke. From a city far to the east,” Mother Marie explained simply. Even though he knew that this eleven-year-old little man would not be able to understand the complicated titles of elders, But she still liked to explain. I like to see the bright eyes sparkle every time I hear a new story, showing a mischievous and intelligent spark.

A little child in a fancy dress tilted his head.

“Because your name is Chris, right Marie, that's why you come to see us every Christmas.”

Yes, this might also be another reason why the only cherished son of the Marquis of the North remembered the youngest son of the Eastern Duke so accurately.

The elderly nurse smiled fondly. “Probably right. But Marie believes that this year Young Master probably misses the young master more than any other year.”

“Why, Marie?”

“Marie is just guessing, it would be best if Young Master asked the young master himself.”

This year's Christmas party was elegant yet simple. According to the personality of the castle owner who knows the right balance. Too much is extravagant. Too little and he will be accused of being too stingy. He often heard Father talk to Mother like this.

Lay could hear the sound of fireworks coming from outside, music, and singing filling the ballroom that was once a wide hall. This time it was beautifully transformed. Decorated with colorful ribbons and plants, some fragrant and some beautiful, with the skill of the Marquines of the North. his own mother

The crystal chandeliers flickered brighter than ever with the candlelight strung up around the wide hall. What about the precious jewels of the ladies that compete with each other like they were chandeliers? At first glance, it's dizzying, not teasing.

Feet pass through the wide walls of the castle, which are decorated with pictures of ancient family members passed down through the ages. Reminds me of your question from many years ago...

“Lay, do you want to have a picture with me?”

"I'd like it. Let's come and paint together."

“No, I mean... Put them together on the wall."

Until now, Lay didn't quite understand the meaning of his question.

Just thinking about it That person appeared in the field of vision. I didn't know that the other party had been standing there waiting for a long time. Or was it a happy coincidence that caused them to look up and meet each other's eyes?

“Sir!”

Little feet stomped down the stairs, not afraid of falling. Almost immediately, I rushed into the wide arms that greeted me.

Brother Chris, in his robes indicating his rank, his body was several head heights higher... Even though Lay was confident that he too had grown taller. But it seems like there hasn't been a year where I've grown up faster than Chris. We play high and run away like this every year. Another evidence is the strong muscles beneath his clothing that lifts him until he floats every time they meet face to face.

His white cheeks were so lovingly attached to his cheeks. Suddenly a memory from his childhood came back again.

It was when they, their children, grandchildren and grandchildren all over the country followed their father to a meeting of the House of Lords in the Royal Palace.

“Those people refused to play with Lay. Lay went riding a horse. He said Lay stinks of horses.”

The Lord, who, although small at the time, was still taller than anyone else, flashed his eyes, daring to look at the other children who were competing to avoid their glances.

How dare you speak to Lord Chai Lay like this!

His little lips parted as tears fell and burned the hearts of those watching. The duke's son stepped closer to the little boy who was still hugging his knees. Surprise suddenly appeared as the younger brother moved away.

“Sir, don't get close to Lay. Lay stinks.”

The young boy smiled. Smiles that young girls and older women say in one voice that at this age it is still heartbreaking. Invites you to dream sweetly about how powerful the man will be when you grow up.

“It doesn't smell bad. Come take a look." He crouched closer. And knowing that he was still in the sight of other children His handsome face was bent down, the tip of his nose resting on cheeks as plump and soft as a child's bread.

"P'Hom's Lay will die."

A small hand rose to caress his cheek, even as his face became rounder and brighter. "It's... it hurts. What are you doing?"

Oh, that's right... From then on, he would shave his beard especially. Because I don't want the younger person's cheek to hurt while they're close to each other.

His high, ridged nose bent down and he inhaled the scent of the brown hair with satisfaction in his heart.

Chris doesn't understand either. Why is it that in my heart I can 'feel' this little person who is as cute as a white rabbit since the first time I met her?

Maybe it's the bright eyes that radiate wit. But it's so persuasive.

It might be full, bright lips that whisper sweet words that make older people's hearts tremble.

Or not... maybe it's all Lay.

"Lay misses you hyung." That's it. Before he could miss a word, the little one was begging again. “Why don't you write a letter to Lay?”

“It's a long story,” said the eighteen-year-old. Before his voice fell silent when his father gave him a look from a corner of the ballroom, he had to tell the little figure who was only worried about playing to go in and greet his elders first.

“Actually... I want to be with Lay every day.” With a big difference in height, Therefore, the young man had to bend down and whisper into the clean, white ears of the person next to him. And the audience responded almost immediately, shaking their arms enthusiastically.

“Then stay. You can sleep with Lay. The bed in the room is wide”

A deep, soft voice like a laughing symphony instrument. “You can't do that. I'm sure my throat will be severed by Uncle."

Even though I'm a mischievous child But he is also a mischievous child who still fears his father's authority. That's why the little child had a completely smug look on his face when he said the name of his birth mother.

To be a child But I know that if and when I 'reach my father', it's the same amount of life and death!

Lay bowed in greeting gracefully as he had been taught by Marie and the other teachers. His demeanor was gentle yet strong at the same time, giving adults a double vision of the boy as he grew up.

Maybe not as bold and fierce as Chris, who grew up to be a warrior man. But with this sweetness, we will probably support each other...

...What kind of situation will it be? Let's talk about it later.

For Lay The Duke of the Eastern City, despite having a beautiful appearance befitting a middle-aged man, still had the fierceness of being the commander-in-chief of a border city, to the point that even a small child would be in awe. After saluting, he turned and hugged his brother's waist tightly as if looking for refuge.

I forgot that that fierce-faced uncle was my father.

“I'm really attached to you,” Marquines, who still had the beauty of a woman at first, teased in a half-teasing manner. He was half-considered of the higher-ranking person who this time had come by himself. It was different from many years ago when only the eldest son and the youngest son were sent as representatives...

“It's strange. Everyone says that Kris is fierce even though he's the youngest child. Finding a smile is very difficult. I don't think anyone has access to it.” His father, the Duke, also hinted. However, it was not that he was not immediately aware of the meaning of his son's heart.

“There's only Lay. That Chris is kind too.”

Every son of an eastern duke became more and more distant. His appearance was even more beautiful. It's like a perfect sculpture of the Duke and Duchess who are rumored to be the most beautiful in the land. There were even rumors circulating that the queen wanted to approach her to marry her daughter when she reached an appropriate age.

Luckily, the youngest son was attracted to her son... The young Marquines smiled inwardly.

“I have heard of the battle at the border. They are very arrogant. Luckily, our kingdom is protected by His Majesty's army. Invincible, truly worthy of the rumors.” The Marquis said, sincerely admiring the abilities of the higher-ups.

“I myself am getting older every day. Carrying a sword and a shield feels like it's too heavy. If you're going to praise me, please pass that praise on to my children. This time he led the army until the rebels retreated.”

The Marquis raised his eyebrows as if he was still suspicious. Yet he still couldn't hide the look of admiration in his eyes.

The Northern Lord remembered seeing a young boy who radiated majesty but was small. Until now, the little lion has turned into a young lion. The young man who won the battle But instead, he is the one who causes a love war for young women and older women. Young men and women from all regions

Having said that, he couldn't help but stare at his own begging son who kept clinging to the young man and wouldn't let go. When I was a child, I was like a sibling. They love each other well like normal boy friendships, but with Lay, his son seems to be treated completely differently.

Men can easily see it. Why wouldn't he know the truth in that young man's sharp eyes when looking at Lay? His only son And it's not like he never knew why a newly battle-hardened duke had to come here.

“I came this time because of this... It wasn't that his son was bothering him. But I saw his look and wanted to ask for your consent. Marquis, what do you think?”

The young governor wanted to smile widely in satisfaction. But due to social etiquette, she could only lift the fan and cover her face with a smile that might be too pretentious. Waiting for an answer from the husband beside me.

“No matter what, my son will be better.”

The wife rolled her eyes. “Lay is only eleven. What do you want to know, sir?"

“Because I don't know what's going on, I have to wait.” A simple sentence came out in a calm voice. But a listener like a young lord with knowledge of goodness like Chris understood it completely.

The Northern Lord is not only known for his honesty. Govern small provinces fairly But you are also more jealous of your children than anything!

Lay stood and hugged Brother's waist. Looking at this person talking, not understanding a single sentence. Border? battle? agree? Who must consent to what? And why are your big, warm hands suddenly sweating like this?

“Better take your little one for a walk, Chris. Surround yourself with elders or you'll be disheartened.”

The Eastern Duke looked into his son's eyes, half sympathetic, half understanding.

Follow the elders Two figures walked to the quiet, private balcony that they had been at since they were children. There were luxurious curtains that partially blocked the sounds and prying eyes of the guests at the event. The little one immediately asked.

“What is the border, sir?”

The young man was silent for a moment, trying to find simple words to explain. “It is the boundary of the kingdom. Now they have a quarrel. So we have to fight.”

“As the knights call it, going to war, going to war, right, sir?” the little boy asked excitedly.

“Yes, just like that.”

“It means that you are going to the border. Is it because you fought with a bad person?”

"yes"

“I didn't have time to write a letter to Lay. It's because you're fighting, right?”

"yes"

The little one let out a long sigh as small lips stretched out as he crossed his arms over his chest. Her expression was like that of a petulant young woman, but her face was so small that people could only laugh when they looked at her. But then changed to a wide smile with the next sentence.

“And then Lay thought that Chris loved someone else.”

This time, it was the elder who let out a long sigh. The thick hand that had been holding the sword for many months raised his hand and caressed Tui's head under the soft, silk-like hair.

Who else will I have my heart left for?

“I went to the border because I went to fight,” the young man explained. He grabbed Nong Kob's soft hand and held it in his, asking them to look into each other's eyes.

"But I came to see Lay because.. I came to love you."

Chris looked at the bright eyes and the smile on her pink lips that were getting fuller and more seductive with time, trying to restrain himself.

He understood well the Marquis' intentions.

"Lay loves you too."

Lay is still very young. You probably understood that word as just sharing cookies. Lend a horse to ride Bake bread for each other on the festival day. To have such a wide and innocent smile in reply like this... Having said that, it's the same as every year.

I'd like to explain more. I want to tell you more. Want to do more But Chris knew it wasn't time yet.

His hands clenched together tightly in restraint. Because it wanted to naughtily touch that thin body more than it used to. The little boy's embrace instead of welcoming him was starting to get too warm, almost becoming hot...

Chris is no longer a boy. He's grown up now. He was a young man of eighteen who was not only well-equipped but also prepared. Many friends get married and get married. He knew that his mother, the Duchess, would soon urge him to get married so he could have an heir in time.

It's stuck, but in my heart there's already someone occupying it.

His small face clearly indicated his suspicions when he was pushed away. "Do you not like being hugged by Lay?"

"No," Chris took a deep breath. I hoped that the cool night breeze would help cool down the heat in my heart, but it didn't help at all. "Hyung... it's just not the same anymore."

The older man looked at the younger child who was still staring. It was a known signal to explain further because the little boy didn't understand a single thing his older brother said.

“Lay is still very young. You may still not understand...”

“Lay understands. Brother, please tell Lay. Mother said Lay was smart. Aunt Marie also said that Lay was smart. The same goes for King Philip. “A very flattering person. If that wasn't enough, he raised his hand and pressed it against his soft cheek.

Lay doesn't know why he's doing this. But the weather outside is cold. And his hands were warm.

And every time Lay does this Kris will look at each other with eyes like that...

A sight that made my little heart flutter.

It sounds strange, it feels strange every time we look into each other's eyes.

But for sure... The little boy could only say that he felt good. And I feel especially good every time I'm near you.

For a brief moment, my big heart had an impulsive thought. Maybe if he wrapped everything up now. Father, who was also a duke, had to ask for responsibility. And with his Marquis status, he probably wouldn't refuse.

....What a shameless thought.

"You'd better not," the sentence I told myself to restrain myself. and sentences that deny the interlocutor

Clear pink lips stretched long in displeasure. “Oh... Brother, na na, Lay wants to know, is this what Father talked about just now? Father said he would let Lay decide. What's the matter?”

Lay's latest decision It's the color the pony wants for its birthday.

What will be the matter this time?

Will Lay get anything else?

"Uncle, I just want to know..." Chris sighed again as he looked at the charming face that tilted his head to look at him with affection. “If Lay was older than this, Lay, do you want to get married?”

“Marriage,” the little boy repeated and began to imagine. “Lay will be wearing a white outfit. Standing on the altar in front of the priest There must be a lot of flowers at the event, right?”

“Yes,” the young man said with a faint smile. Clearly confirming the Marquis's words. Lay was too young to understand these things. And he shouldn't take advantage of this innocence without asking him first...

The young man's heart was too hot to speak. I want this person to reach marriage age quickly so that we can answer the question.

Bright, sparkling eyes “Then get dressed! Lay is getting married!”

“Shh.” His slender fingers lifted up to cup his mouth, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling widely. “Don't be too loud. Others will misunderstand that Lay wants to get married now. Everyone will come and ask for it.”

The little one shook his head until his hair spread. Along with the answer that made the warrior man's heart flutter, was the sweet Victoria Cake on the silver tray that he had just walked past.

“Lay, I don't want it. Lay will marry only senior.”

“Promise already?” he asked again. I knew that I was taking advantage of a child seven years younger than me, but I still wanted to hear comforting words.

“Ugh!”

“My smart one…” Chris smiled wider. Before the handsome face carelessly leaned closer to the small face.

A small figure sat still. Easily agrees to let his brother do as he pleases. I don't mind it because I don't understand the outrageousness. I don't understand the emotion of lust. I only understood that the person in front of me was Brother Chris. A very good brother

An older brother who makes my heart happy every time I think of him.

The only brother who is close to each other at this stage warms your whole heart.

Hands clenched together tightly Soft pink lips were only inches away, but the tall figure forced himself to pull back.

Even though this place is a secret place just the two of us But at this time, Chris was a full-fledged military man. Soon he might become the ruler of some region, as his father had said. And if you can't maintain the dignity of the person you can honestly say you love. There will be many bigger things in the future than this, and we won't be able to rely on ourselves.

You must not be weak. If you are sincere... you will be patient.

However, the love that was overflowing in my heart still needed some relief for the cause to be known.

“Come here…”

Maybe for this reason That's why Chris especially liked coming to see Lay during Christmas.

The tall figure held a small hand as he walked slowly towards the bouquet of plants above the large door. Passing by dancing couples moving to the rhythm of the music, laughter and the melodious tunes of a string orchestra in one corner of the room. Passing by a large pine tree, the hero of the event is decorated with beautiful decorations. The bouquet is not hidden in plain sight.

And Chris could feel the eyes of the three adults looking at him.

…Mistletoe… Please be a witness to this man's love for the time being.

“Brother,” Lay raised his eyes and looked. Calling out to the man whose image was reflected clearly from the cornea of ​​his eye into his heart.

I don't know why, even though Chris does this to Lay every year. But what is different is the heart of Lay.

That it beats harder... every year every year

Thick lips pressed a soft kiss. It lingered for a long time on the small child's soft forehead.

Even though it's not a noticeable imprint like a tattoo. But the person who does it hopes that the kiss that they put in effort every Christmas Under this bouquet will be imprinted on the little heart Let's not forget this sweetness when we grow up.

"Lay"

Two hands, like someone who had practiced swordsmanship all their life, intertwined with the small, soft hands of a child. Tighten your grip and repeat to yourself whether it's now or anytime. No matter what the future holds, may these hands still hold each other firmly.

Honest, loyal, with one and only eternal love.

Every time I give you a kiss The young lord did not forget to pray for God's blessing. Passing on all the feelings I have in the hope that this little child will understand the deeper meaning one day.

and said the word love in return With true feelings

From now on and forever... Please don't let this heart change.

-  End  -

Talk : 

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That doesn't

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And I believe that many people will start cursing that it ended unfinished like this. Is the house a place to hang toothbrushes?)

Hihi, I'm open for everyone to imagine when Lay's child will grow up in time for him. Hahaha, completely.

Chrisley sailors like us build our own boats, row our own boats, and weather storms ourselves. (Eh, why are tears flowing while typing this?)

There is no Twitter hashtag. I intend to give it to everyone as a free gift :)

always love

Nice to meet you

I'm sorry for all the mistakes I've made within this year.

And thank you everyone for reading these letters. (No matter this or any other story) until the end.

Merry Christmas and happy New Year Hub everyone.

  CR.SQW