[SHIP WARNING, This Is My Story AU, and no prompt used.]

Stanley walked into the apartment building, covered practically from head to toe in powdery snow. It was honestly hard to keep from shivering under all of it. Thankfully, the heat from the building warmed him up, and the snow had already begun to thaw a few steps into the lobby. He took off his beanie and dusted it off, doing the same to his scarf afterwards. The snow on his jacket had melted by the time he had finished, so he left that alone.

He went up to the elevator and pressed the button to go up. The screen at the top of the door counted down from eight to one before it pinged and the doors opened. Stanley stepped into the empty elevator and selected the fourth floor. Once he had arrived at the specific floor, he strolled up to room 427, reached into his pocket for his keys, brought them out, unlocked the door, and stepped inside the room.

He called out, "Narrator, I'm ba-"

He was immediately interrupted by a kiss from said person.

Stanley stumbled back in surprise, blushing. He stared, shocked, at his smirking Narrator. "What the heck was that for?!" He demanded, trying to hide his embarrassed face.

"What was what for?" The other asked innocently, leaning on the doorway.

"The kiss! Was there any reason for that?"

The Narrator shrugged casually. "Can't I surprise you with one every once in a while? Is that really so bad? I certainly hope not." The Narrator folded his arms and gestured to the apartment room with one arm. "Come on inside."

Stanley sighed and walked back into the room.

-and was surprised with another kiss.

His blush darkened, and before he could retreat again, The Narrator pulled him into the room, closing the door behind him. He held him close. Stanley glared up at the storyteller, trying to regain his breath.

After a few exaggerated pants, he finally asked, "Why?!"

The Narrator chuckled, and his eyes flicked up over to the doorway. "Look above the door." He said, grinning. Stanley did so, and his eyes widened.

A mistletoe was hung over the door. How could he have missed that?!

His mildly irritated glare returned and he got out of The Narrator's embrace. "Okay, real funny, haha." He took a step away from him. "Now, it would be nice if you could warn me next ti-"

The Narrator rushed forward and planted another kiss on Stanley's lips. Stanley squeaked in surprise and tried to get out of it, but The Narrator held him still.

The Narrator pulled back from the kiss. "Don't. Move." He said in a low, warning tone. Stanley immediately stopped struggling and blinked up at him in confusion. A mischievous smile spread on the storyteller's face and he glanced up. Still confused, Stanley looked up as well. His eyes widened even further and his mouth was open in shock at what he saw. 'Oh, bloody hell...'

There were mistletoes all over the ceiling.

While Stanley was distracted, The Narrator pulled them over to the side, and as Stanley continued to look up, he noticed that the storyteller had gotten them over to a section where no mistletoes hung over. In fact, there seemed to be a line where there were none, starting from the door and ending in the bedroom. He wasn't very observant today, was he?

"Now, if you don't want another...attack, you'd best stay close to me. There's no mistletoes in the bedroom, so I suppose we should make our way over now, hm?" He asked smoothly, quirking a brow at him.

Stanley pouted. Oh boy.

[I'm sorry that this is short and I'm sorry that I haven't been updating very often. I'll try to make it up to you all somehow.]

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