Christmas 2222
"As you know, I shan't wear that."
"Oh come on," Sören says, waving the tacky red, white and blue sweater with a gnome on it. "You don't want the Yule Cat to eat you now, do you?"
Nicholas tuts, shaking his head. With an exaggerated sigh, he snatches the sweater away from Sören, marches to the bathroom, and comes out a moment later wearing the sweater and a pained expression. Anthony wolf-whistles and Mark chuckles - Nicholas looks even more ridiculous in that sweater than he thought.
They all look ridiculous - Mark himself is wearing a well-preserved relic from two hundred years ago, a green sweater that says #ELFIE with a "Christmas elf" body on it, the elf's hands holding a cell phone camera. Anthony is wearing a red sweater with a swan on it that says MERRY SWANMAS, and Sören is wearing a green sweater of Santa poking the top of an elf's hat captioned WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU, I TOUCH MY ELF. But Nicholas is arguably the most undignified of all in his gnome sweater.
Mark's chuckle becomes full-bodied laughter when Sören puts on "Sexy And I Know It" by LMFAO. Then Soren makes Nicholas dance with him.
When I walk in the spot, (yeah), this is what I see (Okay)
Everybody stops and they staring at me
I got passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it
(Show it, show it, show it)
I'm sexy and I know it
"AS YOU KNOW -"
"Jæja, Ñolo, I know, I know." Sören stands up on his tiptoes and kisses the tip of Nicholas's nose. Then Seamus meows, and jumps up from the floor onto Sören's shoulder, jealous and demanding Sören's attention.
Nicholas entered their relationship in fall 2022 and came to live with them in 2023. After a civil war in the United States that started in 2024 and lasted for five years - where they fled as refugees to Canada, when it was no longer safe for openly queer and trans people - the country began to take matters of social justice more seriously to avoid another rise of fascism, and that included addressing economic inequality and standard of living... improving quality of life. In addition to methods to reverse climate change and restoring damaged ecosystems and bringing extinct species back to life, scientists developed anti-aging drugs, which Anthony began to take in his early fifties, Nicholas in his sixties, Sören in his thirties. The drugs were developed first for cats and dogs, so nobody had to worry about losing beloved pets ever again. Humans being born today are expected to live at least five thousand years, and scientists are at work on the option to transfer consciousness into cybernetic bodies for those who want to explore other worlds.
After the civil war was over, they returned to Maine, where they still live, though they no longer run a bookshop and OnlyFans has long since ceased to exist; the four of them live in a charming lakeside cabin, surrounded by forest. Nicholas is a chef. Anthony looks after the swan population at the local nature preserve. Sören focuses on his art, having now also taken up glasswork and blacksmithing, like the days of old...
...and as for Maglor, now that he doesn't have to worry about protecting his secret, he has a recording career to share his music with the world - though he still eschews stardom, preferring to stay home and do virtual tours and not have to worry about being in the public eye and all of the draining social interaction and privacy invasion that comes with it.
Home is where his heart is, with the three loves of his life - his three husbands, now that polyamorous marriage is legal - and the cats. He is happy now, happier than he ever dreamed possible. And this Christmas, as they celebrate two hundred years together, Maglor can indeed sing of tidings of comfort and joy.
Or at least for himself, anyway. "NO, I SHAN'T WEAR THOSE UTTERLY LUDICROUS REINDEER ANTLERS, YOU BRAT," Nicholas yells at Sören, who chases him through the house until Anthony tackles Nicholas, and Sören shoves the light-up antler headband on Nicholas's head.
Sören leans back and strokes his chin, surveying his handiwork. "Maybe I should make a new set of Silmarils for those antlers."
Nicholas glares, but his eyes are smiling.
"That's a good look for you," Mark teases. "It would be even better with Silmarils, I agree."
"A good look for you would be a spanked-red arse," Nicholas says, and glances at Sören. "Both of you."
"I can help with that," Anthony volunteers.
Sören blows a kiss. "Promises, promises."
"More like an oath," Nicholas says.
Mark smiles.
--FIN--
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