Figgy Pudding

(A/N: This wasn't in my original prompt but I thought this idea would be cute and funny. If you don't know, figgy pudding is really really really gross. My grandma would make it and I would be stuck eating it. It was so gross so don't ever try figgy pudding. I don't care what they say about trying new things. Figgy pudding should not be tried haha. Anywho, I hope you like the story! This one could go with dancing, but they can be read separate.)

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Minho had never had a British Christmas until he met Newt. He didn't realize how many customs were different until they spent Christmas together at Newt's parent's house. They had an early Christmas with Minho's family because Minho's sister was spending Christmas with her husband's family. He was excited to see which traditions were different from his Korean-American ones. He pulled up in the driveway and saw Newt's parent's cars, Newt's car, Newt's twin sister Sonya's car, and a car that he didn't recognise, but assumed was Newt's grandparent's car. Newt also had a fifteen year old brother, Aris, who still lived with their parents would also be there. Stepping out of his car, he saw Newt waving in the window. He walked up the front porch and in the door where he was greeted by Newt. Newt leaned their heads together and quickly pecked Minho's lips. "Merry Christmas," He said as they broke apart.

"Merry Christmas to you too," Minho said. Just then he was greeted by Newt's mum with a "Merry Christmas, Minho!" In the lovely British accent that the whole Isaacs family shared. "Thanks, you too Mrs. Isaacs!" Minho responded. "Oh, call me Ava," she told him. Just as he agreed to, he was greeted by Newt's father and grandparents. As he gave his coat to Ava, Newt's cousin Kaya, her husband Dylan, and their three year old son Blake arrived. Newt leaned up and whispered in Minho's ear, "There's only my Uncle Janson and his two kids left coming. We are trying to keep it sort of small this year." Minho laughed quietly. "Seems big to me. So many British accents."

Newt just laughed. They heard the door open and Newt's uncle Janson and his late teenage kids, Will and Thomas. Minho introduced himself to them and took his place beside Newt. After the tiny entry hall became too crowded, they moved to the living room to play games In the living room there was a huge Christmas tree decorated with huge baubles. Underneath it were presents for everyone and in the stockings, there were presents from "Santa" who only Blake still believed in.

Minho and Newt sat on the couch next to Kaya and Dylan and watched the younger kids play games for a little while. "Will is probably teaching Blake to swear," Newt whispered to Minho as they heard Will say, "Shit!" after losing a game of Pick Up Sticks. Minho laughed. "Hey Will, would you mind not teaching my kid swear words?" Dylan said while laughing. Dylan was the only other non British person in the house. "Hey, Newt, would you mind helping me set up the crackers?" Ava asked from the doorway. "Yeah, sure mum," Newt said and left.

He walked into the kitchen and picked up the a cracker, his heart racing. "Are you really going to do it?" his mum asked him. "Yeah, I am," Newt replied shakily. "My little boy is all grown up. Good luck," She told him. Newt just nodded and looked at the cracker. He was really going to do this. He reached his hand into his pocket and felt the small circle of metal. He grabbed it and held it in his hand. Before putting it in the cracker, he gazed at the ring. He was actually going to do this. He was going to propose to Minho in front of his entire family at Christmas dinner. He slipped the ring along with all of the other silly little prizes inside of the cracker and set it at Minho's place at the kitchen table. He took a deep breath and started putting the rest of the crackers at their places.

Meanwhile, back in the living room, Minho struck up a conversation with Dylan. It was kind of nice to have someone else who did not have a British accent there. They were midway through a conversation about baseball when Dylan's son Blake came over. "Daddy, shit," Blake said. Dylan's eyes went wide and Minho broke into peals of laughter. "Hey, Blake, that's not a nice word, ok? We don't say that." Dylan told his young son. Blake climbed into Dylan's lap and stayed there for the rest of the conversation, occasionally interrupting to ask Minho if he would like to hear the alphabet or count to ten.

Not long later, Newt came back in looking a little flustered. They continued talking to Dylan for a little while. Newt and Minho's arms were around the other's waists. After having an interesting conversation about how Blake acts at four in the morning, Newt's mum came back in announcing that dinner was ready. As they all entered the kitchen, Newt's Nana told Blake, Aris, Will, Thomas, and Sonya to go sit at the kid's table. "Nana, I'm literally 20, why am I at the kid's table," Newt's cousin Thomas said. "Yeah same here, why am I at the kid's table?" Will asked. "I am literally an hour older than Newt, why am I at the kid's table and not him?" Sonya asked. "When you bring someone to Christmas dinner, than you can sit at the grown up's table." Newt's Nana told them, causing Newt to blush bright red and Minho to laugh semi uncomfortably.

"Oh, mum, Sonya can sit at the grown up's table, that's where I have her placecard," Ava said. Sonya laughed and took her seat on the other side of Minho. Minho found his placecard next to Newt and the two sat down and linked hands under the table. Minho pointed to his cracker and whispered, "What's this?" into Newt's ear. Newt jumped a little and whispered back, "Oh um, that's, uh, a Christmas cracker, for later. They don't have those in your family?" Newt asked. Minho shook his head and Newt's Nana announced that it was time to get their food. They all got up and took heaping platefuls of ham, mashed potatoes, stuffing, salad, and bread. They said grace and dug into their Christmas dinner.

After dinner, Newt's Nana said it was time to bring out the dessert. Dessert consisted of figgy pudding and hard sauce or apple pie and ice cream. Newt had told Minho that he absolutely did not have to eat the figgy pudding. Newt's Nana didn't seem to notice that everyone seemed to grimace when she said she was going to get the figgy pudding.

When she came back, she was carrying the figgy pudding. Minho didn't understand why everyone didn't seem to want to eat it, to him, it looked incredible. As she walked in, Minho noticed that the pudding was on fire! Minho looked wide eyed at Newt. "It's chalk full of alcohol. She's burning it off so we don't all get drunk." Newt told him with a laughed and stared at the figgy pudding in awe.

As the fire went out, Newt's Nana set it down on the table and began cutting it. She didn't even bother asking who wanted it, but began dishing it out to everyone. As each plate went out, she scooped some white stuff onto the plate. He saw Newt staring at it with a grimace. He didn't understand why, it looked like whipped cream. He took his plate and waited until everyone had some.

After everyone had received their dessert, Minho got a big forkful of figgy pudding and what he thought was whipped cream. He put it in his mouth and suddenly felt like gagging. The pudding tasted nothing like cake, which is what he thought it would, and the "whipped cream" tasted like whipped rubbing alcohol. He choked it down and immediately pushed his plate away from himself. His eyes had started to water a little, it was that bad. He looked over to see Newt laughing. "Are you laughing at me?" Minho asked. "Yeah, it's always funny to see people try figgy pudding for the first time. Come on, let's get some apple pie." Newt told him.

"So what was in that stuff?" Minho asked as they entered the kitchen together. "Well the stuff that looks like whipped cream is called hard sauce. It's the grossest thing I think I have ever tasted. It's pretty much whipped pure alcohol. And the figgy pudding is pretty much alcoholic fruit cake, but with a burnt exterior. It's disgusting." Newt informed him. The two laughed. "Maybe that's why you're crazy, all the alcohol in that stuff," Minho said. They laughed again. "Maybe," Newt said as their laughing slowed down. "Thanks for at least trying it, that always makes Nana happy." Newt whispered to him. Minho wrapped his arms around Newt and said, "Well, I would say anytime but that stuff was disgusting." They broke out into laughter again and Newt's head was resting on Minho's chest. He looked up at Minho again and his eyes were full of something that Minho couldn't recognise. Then, as suddenly as they had started laughing, they were kissing.

Their mouths were moving together in perfect rhythm and they were both in heaven. Minho angled his head a little to deepen the kiss. Their hands were all over each other, wanting more of each other. Newt's tongue slipped into Minho's mouth, and he let out a small sigh. All of the sudden, the door opened and Sonya came in. The two broke apart and blushed hard. Sonya laughed and walked out, winking at Newt. Minho kissed the top of Newt's head and said, "Well that happened." Newt laughed and nodded, still a little red in the face. The two got their apple pie and went back into the kitchen.

When they arrived in the kitchen, Ava told them that it was time for crackers. Newt went white as a sheet. Minho was confused as to why his boyfriend looked like he was about to pass out, because what he had heard about Christmas crackers was that they were fun with silly little presents. Little did he know what he would get in his Christmas cracker.

Newt's Nana instructed them to all cross their arms and tug until they popped open. When the kid's table attempted this, Will's arm hit Blake's chocolate milk and it went flying into a radio sitting a little too close. All of the family and Minho's arms were crossed and they pulled. The crackers popped open and little gifts popped out. Something golden came flying out of the cracker that he and Newt were pulling on. Newt caught it and said, "Min, I think that this was put in the wrong cracker." And then Minho saw what it was.

Newt went down on one knee. In his hand, there was a beautiful gold wedding ring. The entire kitchen went quiet. "Minho," Newt asked, voice trembling slightly, "Will you do me the absolute honor of being my husband this Christmas?"

Minho couldn't believe it. Newt was proposing. He had always thought they would wind up together forever, and here Newt was, asking. Tears welled up in his eyes as he gave his answer. "Of course!"

Cheers erupted around them, but they couldn't hear it. Newt stood up and took Minho in his arms. Normally, they didn't kiss in front of other people, but Newt had just proposed, so none of that mattered. Minho took Newt's face in his hands and kissed him. The whooping and cheering around them grew even louder, but still, they paid no attention. Thomas, Will, Aris, and Blake, hearing the cheering, came in to see what all of the commotion was. "What's going on?" Thomas asked.

"Well," Newt told him, "you need to buy some formal clothes for my wedding coming up soon." He climbed into Minho's lap, kissed Minho's cheek, and turned around to see their reactions. The three older boys congratulated the couple on their engagement. Aris came over, clapped Newt on the back, and said, "My big brother's getting domestic, going off and getting married! Hurry up Sonya!" The whole family broke into laughter. "Mummy, what's going on?" Blak asked. "Well kiddo, you know how mummy and daddy are married?" Dylan began to explain to his son, "Newt just asked Minho if they could get married too, and Minho said yes." Blake seemed very concerned. "I wanna get married," he said. Once again, the family was all laughing.

The rest of the family went to go open presents, but Minho and Newt decided to go have some time to themselves in the sunroom. They entered the large room and sat down on the couch, Newt in Minho's lap, his head snuggled into Minho's shoulder. "We're getting married," he said with a smile. "Yeah, we are. The most adorable British blonde is going to be my husband," Minho said, pressing kisses to the top of Newt's head. "I love you, Minho," Newt said. "I love you, too Newt. I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you," Minho responded.

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(A/N: God, this was way too fluffy for it's own good. I hope yall liked it! My grandma is British, so I based a lot of this off of my family's traditions, but if I got anything wrong feel free to let me know. If you want to follow me on instagram my acc is your_a_glader_harry. Thanks for reading!)