@ myself for thinking this one lmaaoooo, anyways, yes i will take requests, no smuts because this is a Christian Minecraft server
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This is another fluff lmao XD

Connor X Hank

Trigger warning: abuse

Hank's POV:

Christmas time rolled around like every year, the time of sadness and loneliness, time of spending a day alone in a dark house full of memories of bad times, another Christmas with out my baby Cole...

I remember being younger, and my father with the same beard as mine, but a bit shorter and chopped off hair, a strong and sturdy man in his thirties. One Christmas, as the morning sun came out from hiding, warming the windows with Glee as the window pane was covered with glistening white snow. I raced down the stairs to see my father sitting in the old recliner, smirking as the fireplace was burning a hot flame and the scent of burning hit my nostrils.

"Fucking piece of shit doesn't get anything for Christmas, now go clean the kitchen." My father growled at me.

I was about fifteen, not shrimpy, but not muscles. I gave him a look before puffing my chest out a bit. "No, that's unfair, and you know that, don't you fucking get that asshole? You surely didn't pay for that shit. " I said with courage.

"You fucking testing me boy?" My father asked me before standing up, filled with anger. I couldn't take back what I said, no one could save me as my mother was asleep and wasn't even stronger then me.

I backed up a bit. "Maybe I am, I'm done with your bullshit!" I yelled, bumping the coffee table gently with my back before  gently picking up a vase, making sure he didn't notice.

All war was now. He charged at me and after that, I blacked out fully. No memory what happened, but all I know is waking up on the rugged floor and being bruised and sore, and blood near my body. Glass peices laid only a few inches away from me....

I exhaled and watched my breath in front of me as my body trembled in the coldness. On another investigation for a new murder, but it was pretty much over  with, just a few more minutes and then I can go home and fucking die on the inside for being alone on Christmas.

Arms wrapped around me, making me turn to see Connor. "What the fuck are you doing Connor?" I asked in my natural already annoyed voice, even though I wasn't annoyed at all, I actually don't mind his accompany.

"Well, Hank, my calculations stated that you were freezing, or under the warm temperature that you should be, and so I thought to try to make warmth for you." Connor said innocently. I couldn't help but to smile at Connor. I wasn't getting any warmer in temperature, but my chest held warmth.

"Alright, fine." I said, giving in easily.

A few moments passed before Connor spoke up again.

"Hank, I got you a gift.." he said shyly.

I stopped looking at the sky and locked my eyes with his.

"What?" I said, my only word I could form.

"Closed your eyes!" He said excitingly, like a little child would if they were showing they're parents something they were proud of.

I willingly closed my eyes and Connor began to drag me me by my arm, making me wince a bit.

"Okay, keep your eyes closed...Merry Christmas Hank.." Connor said before letting go of my arm and smashing his lips on mine.
My face heated up quickly before I kissed back with full passion as I wrap my arms around Connor's waist.

A mistletoe hanging above.

Merry Christmas indeed.