AN: I don't think you guys realize just how much I love the very idea of the Christmas Truce.
It was, beyond a doubt, the oddest thing he'd ever witnessed. Every ghost in this endless world, almost every enemy he'd ever had, every ghost he'd ever called amiko; all of them gathered together, toasting a peaceful Christmas with glasses raised and smiles present.
He'd never thought of the ghosts as sentimental, but this tradition meant the world to them; enough so that Walker had brandished his cuffs menacingly when he'd scoffed at attending. The thought of spending Christmas having to fight off guards to escape the jail wasn't all that appealing, so he'd quickly agreed.
Besides, there was something else that pulled him to the festivities; something that had become more pronounced since he arrived, much as he tried to ignore it. A warmth deep in his chest, a feeling of belonging as he laughed with Skulker and Dora at Vlad's sour expression upon getting caught under the mistletoe with Klemper. It was so easy to forget that these beings were technically his kin when they were battling, but the enforced ceasefire of the Truce let him shed his tense attitude, and connect with the motley family he'd been thrown into a year ago.
It was odd, but it was his.
I'm going to fill this phandom with Truce-fic warm fuzzies if it's the last thing I do.
Hope you enjoyed!~