#fun story: my brothers german class did these epic gingerbread house competitions and his class won the fuck out of them

[kyleknight]

candy-coated

Geoff + gingerbread houses ❄️🍪🍬🎅

here’s a short, sweet little polyparx fic for parxmas!! happy holidays!

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“I think when it gets to this point, it’s not even a house anymore,” Jawn says. He’s walking slowly around their gingerbread creation , filming it from every angle. Geoff keeps watching him to make sure he doesn’t accidentally bump it, even though he knows Awsten or Otto are far more likely to do that.

“That’s not the point,” Awsten says, waving his arms and making Geoff’s heart race with panic. “We can’t win this thing by just making a house. Have you seen the pictures of the stuff from previous years?”

“Some of those are in the professional division,” Geoff points out. “We’re in the amateur division.”

“I don’t even know how they made that cool ass pirate ship…” Awsten says. “But anyway, we have to have something cool and original!”

“So you made—”

“The gingerbread version of the treehouse I’m gonna live in someday,” Otto says, his voice muffled from the candy cane sticking out of his mouth. He’s the only one who’s sitting a safe distance away from the gingerbread treehouse. Okay, maybe Geoff is a little protective of the structure, but he’s put so much time and work into it. It’s the product of an exhausting week of working on it in every spare minute he’s had. And it’s turned out so beautiful.

“No way, this thing is way nicer than the place you’re going to end up in,” Awsten says. “Otto, you’re going to end up in like, a leaky shack somewhere in the middle of the woods.”

“As long as I can get Chipotle delivery—”

“You won’t get anything but rain and spiders—”

“Oh no!” Geoff yells, making everyone stop, including Jawn.

“What?” Jawn says.

Geoff points at a spot on the main part of the treehouse. “I forgot a doorknob right there. Do we still have those candied peanuts that I used for the other doors?”

“Uh…” Otto says in a very guilty tone.

“Otto!” Awsten scolds. “You fucked it up!”

“Does it have to be the same peanuts?” Jawn says, setting his camera down and peering close to look.

Geoff’s shoulders slump. “I guess… I could use something else. It’ll be okay...”

“No!” Awsten yells, grabbing Jawn by the back of his shirt and starting to haul him away. “Come on, Otto, you’re coming too. Geoff, we’ll be right back! We’ve still got a couple hours before we have to drive it over to the judging place, right?”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to—”

“No, we’re going!” Awsten says. He pulls Otto out of his chair and the three of them tumble messily out of the door.

Geoff waits until he hears Jawn’s car engine start. Then he breaks into a smile and goes to one of the kitchen cabinets that nobody ever opens. He takes out a plastic container and brings it over to the table where the gingerbread treehouse is standing. Ever so carefully, he takes out the four little figures made out of gingerbread and candy, each one decorated to look like him and his boyfriends. He places each gingerbread man at a special place on the treehouse, then steps back to admire his work.

It’ll be a nice little surprise for when they come home.