author's note: I've recently been very obsessed with Yuffentine. This is my first attempt at writing them, though. If you have a prompt in mind, please feel free to say so!
Santa Claus
"Oh, come on, Vinnie! You already have the red thing going!"
From his place against the wall, the raven-haired man merely narrowed his eyes at the outfit the spunky young woman was holding up. Did she really expect him to don such a ridiculous thing?
"You'd make a perfect Santa for Marlene and Denzel! Come ooon! All you have to do is come into the room, set down the presents, and have the milk and cookies," Yuffie stated matter-of-factly, putting a hand on her hip and looking pointedly at the man.
This kept up for a long while; Vincent was surprised she didn't get distracted with something else and run off, forgetting her goal of getting him to dress up. It was interesting, to say the least. She usually wasn't quite so determined about anything other than materia. He just wished she hadn't chosen him to focus on.
Yuffie wished he would accept that a princess got whatever she wanted.
And so, early the next morning when there was no sound except the occasional murmers from the children in their sleep, a red and white clothed man stepped into the house, making just enough noise with the shutting door to stir the slumbering kids. In a matter of moments, the presents were arranged pleasantly under the rather poorly decorated tree - Denzel and Marlene had demanded they do most of it while Tifa stood and watched - and the man left, leaving wide-eyed young ones at the top of the stairs.
His reasoning was that he still had sins to repent for, and someone had once told him that bringing childish delight was one of the best ways. And he would stick to that, as well as stick to the straight-faced denial that a certain ninja was the one who told him such a thing.