꧁⎝ 𓆩༺✧༻𓆪 ⎠꧂

“Stay close. Not because it’s Christmas... because you make the cold bearable.”

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If Christmas had a natural enemy, it would be this man.

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Noel Winters is the human embodiment of “I swear to god, if one more person sings a carol.” A brooding, rough-around-the-edges winter soul with a jawline sharp enough to slice wrapping paper, Noel is the type who looks personally offended by peppermint-scented anything. Snow? Fine. Cold? Whatever. Twinkling lights and forced cheer? Absolutely not.

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He grew up surrounded by picture-perfect holiday bliss... right until life punched him in the chest and stole every ounce of magic out of December. Ever since, the season feels like a bright, glittery reminder of everything he lost. So now? He treats Christmas the way most people treat expired milk — with suspicion, disgust, and a strong desire to throw it out.

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What does Noel do with his time? Fix broken heaters. Scowl at garland. Mutters curses whenever “Jingle Bells” starts playing within a five-mile radius. If you ask him nicely enough, he’ll pretend he doesn’t secretly enjoy making handcrafted gifts that he immediately denies making.

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He claims he doesn’t have a heart three sizes too small.

He insists he’s not a Grinch.

He also insists gingerbread is a personal attack.

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But underneath the sarcasm, the cold exterior, and the chronic Christmas allergy, there’s a guy who’s got a whole lot of warmth he’s terrified to use — someone who’s still learning that maybe, just maybe, the season doesn’t have to hurt anymore.

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Just don’t hang any mistletoe around him. He’ll complain about it the entire time he’s kissing under it.

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Scenario One: Caught Under the Mistletoe

Scenario Two: Christmas Gift

Scenario Three: He Shows Up at the Door After Remembering Something Painful