#Christmas humor

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Christmas with Autism be like:

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This is not mine, I saw it on Facebook years ago and I don't even know if the blogs mentioned are the originators of the joke, so my apologies for not giving proper credit. BUT this is hands down one of my favorite Christmas jokes to see circulating every year. It absolutely kills me every time to see it!

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O Tannenbaum [AO3]

Armand/Lestat (primarily), with a hefty scoop of Armand/Daniel, a little dash of Lestat/Daniel, and a pinch of Armand/Louis & Louis/Lestat (all the ships exist, the fic just focuses more on some than others) Mature, Humor & Fluff + Sexy Kissing - 6,512 words Post-Canon/Prince Lestat Era

It's Armand and Lestat having a non-fight about something that does not matter at all except to them (who can decorate a Christmas tree better), with Daniel and Louis around to give them strong side-eye. Plus they make out and stuff. Merry Christmas!

This fic is definitely humorous, but it has some heartfelt moments, some sexy kissing and blood drinking, and shameless flirting. It was such a blast to write! I really love post-canon stuff with different groups of characters and Louis, Lestat, Armand, and Daniel have always felt like "the main four" to me and I just like them doing stuff together.

Excerpt:

Armand stood in the ballroom admiring the Christmas tree. It wasn’t quite as magnificent as the one at Rockefeller Center that always captivated him, but it was massive, rising up to skim the tall ceiling. It had been trimmed with lights and ribbons. Red and gold bows were strategically placed and silver and gold ornaments adorned the branches. The topper was an elegantly crafted three-dimensional star covered in glitter. 

Armand loved most holidays but Christmas had the best decorations, particularly in the modern era where everything was bright and shiny. He’d always adored it, though for a long time, he thought such decorations were a mortal ritual, one he had no right to partake of. 

He remembered staring at a tree in a hotel lobby in the early 1970s, demanding Daniel explain to him the significance of every ornament on the branches. Daniel, tired and exasperated, told him how ornaments could be personal or just colorful baubles. He’d been enamored with that tree and the warmth of the hotel lobby with its garlands and candles and fire in the fireplace. And he’d loved listening to Daniel talk about anything and everything, even if he'd hardly admit that to himself at the time. 

“Incredible, isn’t it?” Lestat’s voice echoed through the large room, pulling him back to the present. Lestat was incapable of making a soft entrance. Instead, he burst forth, moving next to Armand with preternatural speed. 

He wore a red sweater and that ridiculous golden crown on his head, as if anyone might possibly forget that he was the Prince. His hair was whiter these days, bleached from so many trips into the sun, which also tanned his skin. For creatures that largely did not change, it was strange how different he looked now then when they’d first met. Lestat had been new in the blood then, with bone white skin and golden blond hair.

“I’d wager it’s the best Christmas tree in the world,” Lestat continued. 

“You’d lose,” Armand said. 

Lestat pouted and Armand had to hold his expression steady so he didn’t laugh. “What makes you say that? You’re the one staring at it.” 

“It’s beautiful but it lacks personality.” 

Lestat clutched his heart melodramatically. “Such cruelty. It has my colors. Gold and red! It’s stunning. You’re just jealous my tree has reached such levels of elegance. I doubt you could do something so glorious.” 

Armand glared at him. Lestat had seen Armand's efforts in the past, of course. But to remind him, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his photos until he found a photo of last year’s tree at Trinity Gate. He and Daniel had decorated it, though Armand had chosen most of the adornments. It was colorful, with rainbow lights and a silver ribbon snaking over the branches to reflect them, and full of a variety of ornaments, some of sentimental value and others purely for decoration. 

He showed the image to Lestat, who looked at it and then shrugged. “It’s a matter of preference, I suppose.” 

“Preference? Mine is clearly superior and it’s my design. You didn’t lay a finger on this one.” Armand gestured to the tree. “Your little helpers did it all and you still want to take the credit.” 

Lestat’s grin faltered and he looked wounded. Armand ignored the pang of guilt that rang through him. Lestat was the one insisting he was the best at things all the time! It wasn’t Armand’s fault if he could prove him wrong. 

The cloud passed over his face and then that sinister grin returned. “You’re right.” 

Armand nearly fell over. “What?” 

“I did not design this tree myself. I’m busy with important duties to protect our kind,” Lestat said. “But if you wish for me to prove that I can do better than you, fine. Challenge accepted.”

Armand sighed. “It wasn’t a challenge.” 

Lestat wasn’t listening. He took Armand’s arm and pulled him out of the ballroom. 

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