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[kisakunt]

i’m a fucming wreck ALSO GUYS ITS OFFICIALLY HANUKKAH FOR ME GUYS HAPPY HANUKKAH TELL ME HAPPY HANUKKAH

% A VERY KLAIR HANUKAH.

this is quite literally for @kisakunt ONLY!!! if you’re not blair and you even have the audacity of liking this i’m throwing you off the empire state building. i hope u enjoy blair <3 ILL TRY TO MAKE ONE WITH MIKEY TOMORROW!!! anyways happy hanukah!

“blair, i swear to fucking god,” kisaki muttered. to him, the blue hanukah sweater was a little too itchy, and the apron that said ‘worlds best latke maker’ was a little too tight around his waist, but to him it didn’t matter.

kisaki tetta knew just how important this holiday was for you. he knew you weren’t able to celebrate it much and you were hoping this year could be the year you can enjoy the holiday. you’ve been counting down the days since hanukah of last year and finally he was able to celebrate it with you today. he searched up all about hanukah - even trying to learn how to write it in hebrew to impress you - just so he can help make this holiday even more special for you. so when he whipped out potatoes and a grater out of a shopping bag, you were overjoyed.

but now tetta was rethinking his choices after you’ve been too busy eating sufganiyot and admiring him in his holiday attire.

“can you please,” he begged, “help me grate these goddamn potatoes?”

“i know i said i would,” you told him, mouth full of the jelly donut you bought earlier that day. “but this shit tastes so good.”

tetta walked up to you and wiped the jelly on the corner of your mouth. “fucking dumbass…”

you handed him a donut - caramel flavored - for the two of you to feast on together. you held it up to his mouth he took a bite of it, upper lip getting coated in the caramel filling. you couldn’t help but laugh and wipe it off. tetta, however, didn’t have a change in expression and remained uninterested, although all he wanted to do was smile with you and eat the donut you were feeding him, but he had to make a point. “the latkes are going to burn, blair.”

“fine,” you give in, setting the sufganiyah aside. you wrapped the matching apron around your waist and stood beside your boyfriend as he resumed frying the latkes in the pan. you did your job, grating the potatoes, as kisaki did the rest. how he knew how to make fucking latkes, you had no idea.

at long last, the latkes were done. stars sprinkled the sky outside and you knew it was finally time. you untied (yanked) the apron off of kisaki and pulled him towards the menorah sitting by the window. two multicolored candles stood tall on the small, gold menorah, waiting to be set aflame. you took the tallest candle and lit it. after the blessing was said, the lone candle on the right was lit up as well.

kisaki found it beautiful. the lights brightening the dark room, the aroma of fresh latkes and sufganiyot around the house, the dreidel and chocolate gelt waiting to be played with on the table. the whole holiday was magical to him. “there’s eight days of this, right?”

“yup,” you said, pride flashing across your face. “eight days of me kicking your ass in dreidel. scared?”

“you fucking wish,” he smirked. he knew the ins and outs of dreidel, and although it was a game of luck he wasn’t going to let you win.

you shoved him, a matching smirk on your face. but you paused for a moment, staring at the hanukah candles glowing in front of you. finally you were able to celebrate the holiday, and with the love of your life, at that. kisaki walked towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. you didn’t push him away.

“happy hanukah, blair,” he whispered, pressing his lips against your cheek.

“chag sameach, tetta.”

kisaki momentarily pushed you away. “hold on,” he said, “i didn’t learn those words yet.”

yet again that night, you laughed at him. and you laughed at him again and again under the menorah light.