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Fenton didn’t like the idea of opening presents three days before Christmas, but he understood why they would need to. They would be spending Christmas with Fenton’s family a few hours away, and it would be easier to open presents now rather than have to bring them with them all the way from Duckburg. But they had both decided to bring Boyd’s presents with them so he could open them with his primos , so it was just the two of them that night under the tree.
Fenton got some new ties- a few were Christmas-themed, so he was happy he’d be able to wear them during the holiday- several new books, and last but not least, a brand-new guitar.
Gyro loved the coffee pot Fenton had built for him, and had already started flipping through the books Fenton had bought for him before they were even finished unwrapping presents.
“Oh, hold on, wait.” Gyro leaned down under the tree as Fenton picked up his guitar, strumming it a few times. “I could’ve sworn I got you one more thing.”
Fenton couldn’t help but smile at him, the inventor looked very nice next to the small bright bulbs of the tree. They shone off of his glasses and picked out the details of his sweater, making him look extra cozy.
At last Gyro sat back up. “Got it! Here.” He passed Fenton the last gift.
It was a small box wrapped in the same candy-stripe paper as everything else, it was the only wrapping paper they’d had.
“Oh, what is it?” Fenton took it from him, holding it to his ear and shaking it. Surprisingly, nothing rattled inside. “Is it empty?”
“It shouldn’t be,” Gyro said with a faint smile on his face. “Open it.”
The duck wasted no time in ripping off the paper to reveal a small black slightly fuzzy box, with a split around the middle. His heart jumped for a moment, and he swallowed it back down. That was a ridiculous idea, he shouldn’t get his hopes up.
He glanced up at Gyro, who just raised an eyebrow at him.
With a deep breath, he opened the box.
Gyro started rambling immediately. “Do you like it? I know amethyst is a more common cliche gemstone, but I know you like purple and it did seem like the prettiest purple stone I could find without being a thousand dollars. I tried to make it in more of a rose pattern, because you said you liked roses, and you’re a very golden person so I went with a gold band. And-”
“It’s- it’s awesome!” Fenton’s heart was pounding now, no way did this mean what he thought it meant. He lifted the box closer to his face to inspect the ring inside, its amethyst gemstones twinkling brightly in the light from the Christmas tree. “I- you’re not- this- this isn’t-”
Gyro swallowed, Fenton could see him fidgeting with the carpet, trying to twist the too-short strands around his fingers. “It is, actually.”
Fenton looked sharply at him. “What?”
The inventor seemed to want to look everywhere but at him. “I- I was wondering if… if you wanted to introduce me to your family as your fiancé?”
“What- what are you saying?”
“Oh blathering blatherskite Fenton!” Gyro finally met his gaze, looking a little exasperated. “Will you marry me?”
It took one second, two seconds, three seconds, for that to sink in. Three seconds that seemed like an eternity as Fenton stared at him, waiting for Gyro’s words to click.
So it was three seconds after Gyro’s proposal that Fenton flew at him, throwing his arms around the inventor, nearly knocking him back against the Christmas tree. Gyro squawked, just barely able to hold both of them up.
“Yes yes yes yes yes!” He exclaimed, burying his face in his boyfriend’s, fiancé’s, shoulder. “I do, yes, whichever one I’m supposed to say right now, yes!”
He felt Gyro laugh, felt his arms come up to hold him tight. “I-I wanted to propose to you for Christmas, but it didn’t seem right to do it in front of your entire family, so it worked out that we opened presents now.”
Fenton just held him tighter, laughing and crying into Gyro’s shoulder. He felt Gyro chuckle, his fingers running delicately down Fenton’s back. “Are you crying?”
“Yes,” Fenton sniffed, and Gyro laughed again. Forehead still leaned against his fiancé’s shoulder, Fenton pulled back a little to inspect the ring between them. “You- you made this?”
“Mm-hm,” he felt Gyro’s fingers playing with his hair, twisting the feathers gently between his fingers. “I’ve been working on it since Halloween. The gold is reinforced with titanium, so it should be quite durable, and there’s a small tracker on the underside, too. It runs off of your body’s electricity so you charge it while you wear it, and the battery should last quite a while too. It’s so you can’t ever lose it!”
“It’s amazing,” Fenton whispered.
“May I?” Gyro’s arms wrapped around him so he could accept the box from the duck, taking the ring out and slipping it on Fenton’s finger.
“It fits perfectly!” Fenton exclaimed, and Gyro nodded.
“It should.” He felt Gyro kiss the top of his head, and Fenton pulled back just enough to meet him in a proper kiss.
Gyro set down the ring box to hold Fenton’s waist, and the duck gently cupped his fiancé’s face. The ring on his finger sparkled brightly in the light.
It took Fenton a moment to open his eyes after they pulled apart, hands still on each other. When he did finally look up at Gyro, the inventor was smiling warmly at him. “Merry Christmas,”
“Merry Christmas,” Fenton wrapped his arms around his neck, resting his face against Gyro’s. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”