(A/N): Hey guys! So I've just completed my second year of college, and suddenly got the urge to write. I don't know how long that urge will last, but hopefully it'll be a while because I'm so rusty. Anyway, here's a late Christmas gift. Enjoy!

RR&R! (Read, Review and Request)

Prompt: Tradition

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls

Pairing/Protag.: PPG x RRB, with a focus on Greens

Genre: General/Romance

Rating: T

Age: 19

Point of View: Third Person Omniscient

Other: N/A, aside from appendages and such

The house was noisy with the hustle and bustle of six super-powered teens and one Professor preparing for the third annual Utonium holiday party. This little shindig was conjured up by Bubbles, the ever so cheerful one, not that the others were complaining. It was a nice way to be with friends and family during the holiday season, and the girls were all happy to be able to reconnect with old friends such as Robin and Mitch. It was the one guarantee they had every year, where they knew they would be able to see them and catch up, since they more or less went their separate ways for college.

Even if it is a lot of grunt work, Buttercup thought as she lifted the tree into position. She placed the large fir tree to the side, as far as she could away from the fireplace. She was finally trusted with this task again, after accidentally burning it two years ago. To be fair though, Blossom was nagging her and she wasn't paying attention. She left the naked tree as is, saving the decorating for Bubbles and leaving to get the Christmas lights to hang outside the house and build the snowman. That's what she excelled at anyway.

Shrugging on her coat and messily pulling a hat on her head, she grabbed the tangled ball of lights, and Butch's arm after he hung the wreath. He allowed himself to be pulled and they went outside into the snow. The chilly December air bit at the faces and Butch shuddered, not having time to grab a coat while he was being kidnapped. Buttercup removed her hat and placed it on his head, and dropped the light-ball at his feet.

"You're helping me," she said plainly. She smirked as he rolled his eyes and grabbed the Christmas lights, shaking them in his hands to try to untangle them.

Unlike his other two brothers, who'd been here the year before, this was his first Christmas with the Puffs. It took him a while to accept the feelings that he had for his counterpart, and even thought running away to Citiesville last year would help them wane. That is, until she found him and beat it out of him. Looking back, that seemed more so for her enjoyment than for their struggling relationship.

Meeting the professor and getting back on her sister's good graces—as if he were ever on them to begin with—was a task in and of itself, but since he had the commitment beaten into him, it wasn't anything he couldn't handle.

He just didn't think they'd be able last this long—but that's the point of love, he supposed.

Butch threw the tangled mess back at Buttercup's feet and frowned, "I can't get the stupid thing."

She laughed at his expression and picked up the lights herself. Rising into the air with the mess, she decided to do what she usually did, and wing it. She circled around the house at breakneck speeds a few times while the lights untangled, until she was able to hang them up properly. Landing back on her feet, she turned on the lights and nodded proudly as she examined her handiwork. The house was lit up with beautiful white, green, and red colors, in a sort of random arrangement that worked.

"You wanna help with the snowman?" Buttercup asked as she turned back to Butch, who was still looking at the lights. Mojo Jojo, or Him, were never really one for the holidays so he never really got to experience this decorating thing up close.

"Butch?" Buttercup called, snapping her fingers. He looked down at her, green eyes meeting green. "Snowman?"

"Yeah," he nodded. He reached to the ground and grabbed a mass of snow, patting it into a ball the way he'd seen humans do before. "How exactly do you build a snowman from this little thing?"

He showed his girlfriend the little, almost perfect, sphere he'd patted together. He was kind of proud of his work and almost wanted to keep it for himself. Instead he placed it in her outstretched hand and watched as she rolled it into the snow, making it grow bigger in size.

"Well, when I was a kid I would just punch the snow and somehow it worked out, probably because I had no fingers then," Buttercup explained. Butch let out a small chuckle, his breath frosting in the cold. He reached down to the snow to pat together another snowball. Buttercup finished her task until the first snowball was about four feet tall, and went to grab the other snowball Butch had made to do it all over again. Together they'd finished the figure in almost no time at all. Butch even made the head himself.

"Doesn't it need eyes? And that carrot thing?" he asked, turning to his girlfriend. She nodded and ran a wet hand through her hair.

"I left those inside, c'mon."

They headed back into the warmth, and immediately the smell of freshly baked cookies invaded their nose. Blossom walked in with four plates, almost like a waitress, and Buttercup's stomach growled in anticipation. The green duo looked around and saw that Bubbles and Boomer were just finishing up the tree, while Brick set the fireplace and the Professor decorated the interior with lights, in just about as random a manner as Buttercup did outside.

Butch was directed to the kitchen to fetch the carrot nose and a bag of coal for the face and met Buttercup by the stairs where she was waiting for him with the hat, mitts and scarf. They were about to leave when Boomer suddenly came up to the pair and nudged Butch.

"Not so fast," he grinned, pointing above them, "Mistletoe, and you know what that means."

Sure enough, when the pair looked up, the herb hung above them. Buttercup snorted and rolled her eyes, her cheeks a faint pink, while Butch looked on confused.

"What's that plant there for?" he asked, lowering his head to his brother. The blonde smirked and crossed his arms.

"Basically if two people are found under it, they have to kiss," he explained, his grin never leaving his face. "Since you two are under it, you have to kiss."

"I personally think it's a weird tradition," Brick interjected from the couch where he now sat, an arm slung around Blossom. "But the girls enjoy it."

Butch's eyes flickered between the mistletoe and Buttercup as he digested the information. It was an excuse to kiss his girlfriend with her dad in the room and not feel weird about it, and that was all the explanation he needed. He took the items from both his and her hands and shoved them into Boomer's, briefly explaining the snowman out front, before pulling Buttercup into a long, deep kiss.

When they pulled away, both were sporting matching grins, and Buttercup's cheeks were noticeably pink. The doorbell rang with the first round of guests, and Blossom rose from her position in Brick's arms to let them in.

"Hey Butch," Bubbles called from beside the tree. She was holding a gold star in one hand, and wiping snow out of Boomer's hair with the other.

"What's up?"

"The winner usually gets to put the star on the tree. Since you got Buttercup's heart, something none of us thought existed, you win. Come put the star on the tree!"

"Okay Blondie," Butch smirked, pulling a now scowling Buttercup back in his arms. "Just let me finish this mistletoe thing first."