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fox_confessor) wrote2005-01-02 12:54 am
fox_confessor) wrote2005-01-02 12:54 am
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Holiday Drabbles
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cindyjade
(bb/dm)
Dominic realized at a very young age that there is an art to building the perfect snowball. He knows the perfect snow, and the correct technique for making perfectly round snowballs that explode on contact with one’s opponent. Sneaking up on a target is an art form as well, especially if no snowball fight has been declared. Good snowball snow crunches when you walk, so you have to be careful…like Dominic is once he spots Billy--his head tipped back and his tongue extended to catch flakes.
*Thwack*
Of course, the look of surprise is really what it’s all about.
For:daisy_gamgee
Merry/Pippin
Pippin stands still; his head tipped back, waiting patiently for a single snowflake to land on his tongue.
“Your feet will freeze.”
Pippin doesn’t move. The first snow is best, as all hobbits know, and he doesn’t want to miss his first taste.
Merry would rather be inside, cuddled near a fire, and Pippin can’t help the swell of love knowing that Merry, even more than he’d prefer a fire, prefers him.
When a snowflake misses its mark and lands on the tip of Pippin’s nose instead, Merry leans in to kiss it before it can melt. “You were right.”
For:hipolyta_d
(bb/dm)
Liv suspects that Dominic has something up his sleeve. Usually it would be a lizard or a weta or some other creature with many legs and scaly skin, but today she suspects it’s something a bit more…sentimental.
Sean finds it very hard not to tell Mr. Frodo what Dominic has planned. He knows that if he tells Elijah then Elijah will tell Orlando and then everyone—most especially Billy—will know.
Viggo snaps Billy’s picture right after he opens the box. Dominic cherishes that picture and the look of surprise and delight on Billy’s face as he said, “Happy Christmas.”
For:littlepretty
(Remus/Sirius)
It may be cliché, but Remus can’t help but to enjoy a cuddle by the fireside, especially at Christmas—especially when all the other Griffindors have gone to their rooms.
Ok. It’s not so much a snuggle, as Sirius just likes having his ears scratched, but then maybe it’s just an excuse for them both. Sirius’s ego won’t permit this kind of romantic deed when he’s more… himself.
Remus rubs Sirius’s silky ear between his fingers then watches as the large, shaggy dog becomes a large, shaggy boy. “’Allo.”
Sirius doesn’t reply, but lays his head back into Remus’s lap.
For:kiltsandlollies
(bb/dm)
“Sarge?”
Billy turns to look at Pvt. Monaghan, worrying that he’s cold or hungry—things that Billy can’t think about as he tries to figure their way over the Swiss border.
“Call me Billy.”
“Billy? Is it Christmas?”
“Don’t know.”
“Feels like it.”
Billy tries to remember how Christmas is supposed to feel.
“I’ve a gift for you.”
“A gift?” The lad amazes him. He must have been saving the chocolate bar for weeks--god, when did they received those Red Cross packages. Billy takes it and smiles. “We’ll share it, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Dominic, encouraged, inches closer. “Merry Christmas, Billy.”
Formaitheas
(bb/dm)
“What are you going to name him?”
“Her. And I haven’t decided yet.” The Springer Spaniel pup sleeps blissfully between his new owners where they lay in the carnage of wrap and bows. Dominic grabs a plaid ribbon and ties it to the puppy’s collar.
“How about Butch.”
“Classy.” Billy grins, rubbing his fingers over the sleeping puppy’s soft belly and meeting Dominic’s hand, entwining their fingers.
“How about Merry?”
“So, I’ll always remember you?”
“As in Merry Christmas.”
“Merry.” Billy is rewarded with a lick to his hand, then leans over to kiss Dominic. “Merry it is. Thank you.”
Formellyflori
(Stephen/Jack)
Stephen stands on deck, bundled against the cold. It’s hard being away during the holiday, but he’s learning not to mind.
“It’s unnatural,” Stephen had argued, “that Christmas should be so warm or celebrated without mulled cider and carols.”
“I can’t do much for the snow or cider, my dear doctor, but carols I can give you.”
The sound below decks is raucous but melodic in its own way, and reminds Stephen of his first Christmas spent on board. The men sound well into their cups, but happy, like they had been then.
“Stephen?”
“Jack. I was….”
“Happy Christmas, Stephen.”
Formagickalmolly
(Hawkeye/Trapper)
”To auld acquaintances”
The first swallow of day old gin is always the worst.
“To new acquaintances”
“To Nurse Baker, and her red angora sweater.”
The third or fourth have Hawkeye and Trapper relaxed, and leaning in close to one another.
“To you, and your fatigues.”
“To fatigue.”
Hawkeye holds his glass up for just a moment longer before he taps the edge to Trapper’s. There is more he wants to say, but suddenly the words are gone. He can hear just the whisper of rotor blades, and closes his eyes. Trapper reaches across, and touches Hawkeye cheek.
“To peace.”
(BB/DM) (liberties from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
liebevoll verse)
It helps to remember how nice Christmas was last year, and so not be terribly disappointed this year. These last few months have been hard. Rolling over in bed, Billy looks at Dominic and is surprised to find himself being watched in return.
“Happy Christmas.” Billy says and inches closer, tucking his cold hand against Dominic’s chest. Dominic is hot, and slick with sweat, snuggled as they are beneath layers of covers to help keep Billy warm.
“I’ve surprises for you,” Dominic whispers, not wanting the rest of the house to wake.
Suddenly, Billy can’t remember why he was disappointed.
For:dutch_eowyn
(Jamie/Geoff)
Jamie spent the whole of yesterday in a state of extreme agitation while he helped his mum fix a room for Geoff. His mother tried to convince him that flowers weren’t necessary, but Jamie had spent his own money on the small vase of Sweet William, a flower even the florist had insisted wasn’t meant for arrangements.
Jamie is rewarded later when Geoff enters his room, and exclaims in delight over the small vase. “Sweet William,” Geoff says, “the remind me of my grandmother.”
“I remembered,” Jamie whispers, a shy smile on his lips. “You told me, and I remembered.”
For:slightlytricky
(bb/dm)
“Bah Humbug.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
“I’ll call Christmas Eve and Christmas.” Was that a huff?
The chance to film an indie with a fabulous director and an outstanding script? Priceless. Listening to your love whine at spending Christmas alone… “I’ll pass if it would make you happy. I don’t want to ruin your Christmas.”
“You’d do that?”
Dominic grimaces, glad they never invested in a camera phone. “Yeah. You mean more to me.”
Billy is silent.
“Bills?”
“I’m here.”
“Christmas in Glasgow?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Christmas wherever that movie is being filmed.”
“Istanbul.”
“Christmas in Istanbul, then.”
For:ravenscathedral
(bb/dm)
Before Billy came to New Zealand, he could say that he had never danced with a man before. Now that he’s been here for several months, he’s danced with many. He’s always surprised that it doesn’t feel weird, but just as if… it’s just another body, which they are, of course.
Dominic, however, always seems to make it more. Like now, right before midnight, and everyone around them drunk and counting down until it’s the New Year—the millennium—and Dominic is still swaying to some song only he can hear, and Billy clings to him, waiting.
ten, nine, eight…
For:thuribrandybuck
(Jamie/Geoff)
Geoffrey’s hair is gray now, and what’s left of Jamie’s is quite silver, but every Christmas Jamie’s anticipation is that of a lad’s. He’s too excited to sleep, then too nervous to get up. He gasps in delight over each gift, making Geoffrey feel ten feet tall. In return, Geoffrey makes sure he’s careful to treat each of Jamie’s presents like small treasures, which, in truth, they are.
Jamie and Geoff’s life has settled into patterns and plans, so it’s only when something out of the ordinary happens that Geoff remembers that Jamie sees the world differently.
Christmas is like that.
For:
cindyjade(bb/dm)
Dominic realized at a very young age that there is an art to building the perfect snowball. He knows the perfect snow, and the correct technique for making perfectly round snowballs that explode on contact with one’s opponent. Sneaking up on a target is an art form as well, especially if no snowball fight has been declared. Good snowball snow crunches when you walk, so you have to be careful…like Dominic is once he spots Billy--his head tipped back and his tongue extended to catch flakes.
*Thwack*
Of course, the look of surprise is really what it’s all about.
For:
daisy_gamgeeMerry/Pippin
Pippin stands still; his head tipped back, waiting patiently for a single snowflake to land on his tongue.
“Your feet will freeze.”
Pippin doesn’t move. The first snow is best, as all hobbits know, and he doesn’t want to miss his first taste.
Merry would rather be inside, cuddled near a fire, and Pippin can’t help the swell of love knowing that Merry, even more than he’d prefer a fire, prefers him.
When a snowflake misses its mark and lands on the tip of Pippin’s nose instead, Merry leans in to kiss it before it can melt. “You were right.”
For:
hipolyta_d(bb/dm)
Liv suspects that Dominic has something up his sleeve. Usually it would be a lizard or a weta or some other creature with many legs and scaly skin, but today she suspects it’s something a bit more…sentimental.
Sean finds it very hard not to tell Mr. Frodo what Dominic has planned. He knows that if he tells Elijah then Elijah will tell Orlando and then everyone—most especially Billy—will know.
Viggo snaps Billy’s picture right after he opens the box. Dominic cherishes that picture and the look of surprise and delight on Billy’s face as he said, “Happy Christmas.”
For:
littlepretty(Remus/Sirius)
It may be cliché, but Remus can’t help but to enjoy a cuddle by the fireside, especially at Christmas—especially when all the other Griffindors have gone to their rooms.
Ok. It’s not so much a snuggle, as Sirius just likes having his ears scratched, but then maybe it’s just an excuse for them both. Sirius’s ego won’t permit this kind of romantic deed when he’s more… himself.
Remus rubs Sirius’s silky ear between his fingers then watches as the large, shaggy dog becomes a large, shaggy boy. “’Allo.”
Sirius doesn’t reply, but lays his head back into Remus’s lap.
For:
kiltsandlollies(bb/dm)
“Sarge?”
Billy turns to look at Pvt. Monaghan, worrying that he’s cold or hungry—things that Billy can’t think about as he tries to figure their way over the Swiss border.
“Call me Billy.”
“Billy? Is it Christmas?”
“Don’t know.”
“Feels like it.”
Billy tries to remember how Christmas is supposed to feel.
“I’ve a gift for you.”
“A gift?” The lad amazes him. He must have been saving the chocolate bar for weeks--god, when did they received those Red Cross packages. Billy takes it and smiles. “We’ll share it, yeah?”
“Yeah.” Dominic, encouraged, inches closer. “Merry Christmas, Billy.”
For
maitheas(bb/dm)
“What are you going to name him?”
“Her. And I haven’t decided yet.” The Springer Spaniel pup sleeps blissfully between his new owners where they lay in the carnage of wrap and bows. Dominic grabs a plaid ribbon and ties it to the puppy’s collar.
“How about Butch.”
“Classy.” Billy grins, rubbing his fingers over the sleeping puppy’s soft belly and meeting Dominic’s hand, entwining their fingers.
“How about Merry?”
“So, I’ll always remember you?”
“As in Merry Christmas.”
“Merry.” Billy is rewarded with a lick to his hand, then leans over to kiss Dominic. “Merry it is. Thank you.”
For
mellyflori(Stephen/Jack)
Stephen stands on deck, bundled against the cold. It’s hard being away during the holiday, but he’s learning not to mind.
“It’s unnatural,” Stephen had argued, “that Christmas should be so warm or celebrated without mulled cider and carols.”
“I can’t do much for the snow or cider, my dear doctor, but carols I can give you.”
The sound below decks is raucous but melodic in its own way, and reminds Stephen of his first Christmas spent on board. The men sound well into their cups, but happy, like they had been then.
“Stephen?”
“Jack. I was….”
“Happy Christmas, Stephen.”
For
magickalmolly(Hawkeye/Trapper)
”To auld acquaintances”
The first swallow of day old gin is always the worst.
“To new acquaintances”
“To Nurse Baker, and her red angora sweater.”
The third or fourth have Hawkeye and Trapper relaxed, and leaning in close to one another.
“To you, and your fatigues.”
“To fatigue.”
Hawkeye holds his glass up for just a moment longer before he taps the edge to Trapper’s. There is more he wants to say, but suddenly the words are gone. He can hear just the whisper of rotor blades, and closes his eyes. Trapper reaches across, and touches Hawkeye cheek.
“To peace.”
(BB/DM) (liberties from
liebevoll verse)It helps to remember how nice Christmas was last year, and so not be terribly disappointed this year. These last few months have been hard. Rolling over in bed, Billy looks at Dominic and is surprised to find himself being watched in return.
“Happy Christmas.” Billy says and inches closer, tucking his cold hand against Dominic’s chest. Dominic is hot, and slick with sweat, snuggled as they are beneath layers of covers to help keep Billy warm.
“I’ve surprises for you,” Dominic whispers, not wanting the rest of the house to wake.
Suddenly, Billy can’t remember why he was disappointed.
For:
dutch_eowyn(Jamie/Geoff)
Jamie spent the whole of yesterday in a state of extreme agitation while he helped his mum fix a room for Geoff. His mother tried to convince him that flowers weren’t necessary, but Jamie had spent his own money on the small vase of Sweet William, a flower even the florist had insisted wasn’t meant for arrangements.
Jamie is rewarded later when Geoff enters his room, and exclaims in delight over the small vase. “Sweet William,” Geoff says, “the remind me of my grandmother.”
“I remembered,” Jamie whispers, a shy smile on his lips. “You told me, and I remembered.”
For:
slightlytricky(bb/dm)
“Bah Humbug.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
“I’ll call Christmas Eve and Christmas.” Was that a huff?
The chance to film an indie with a fabulous director and an outstanding script? Priceless. Listening to your love whine at spending Christmas alone… “I’ll pass if it would make you happy. I don’t want to ruin your Christmas.”
“You’d do that?”
Dominic grimaces, glad they never invested in a camera phone. “Yeah. You mean more to me.”
Billy is silent.
“Bills?”
“I’m here.”
“Christmas in Glasgow?”
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Christmas wherever that movie is being filmed.”
“Istanbul.”
“Christmas in Istanbul, then.”
For:
ravenscathedral(bb/dm)
Before Billy came to New Zealand, he could say that he had never danced with a man before. Now that he’s been here for several months, he’s danced with many. He’s always surprised that it doesn’t feel weird, but just as if… it’s just another body, which they are, of course.
Dominic, however, always seems to make it more. Like now, right before midnight, and everyone around them drunk and counting down until it’s the New Year—the millennium—and Dominic is still swaying to some song only he can hear, and Billy clings to him, waiting.
ten, nine, eight…
For:
thuribrandybuck(Jamie/Geoff)
Geoffrey’s hair is gray now, and what’s left of Jamie’s is quite silver, but every Christmas Jamie’s anticipation is that of a lad’s. He’s too excited to sleep, then too nervous to get up. He gasps in delight over each gift, making Geoffrey feel ten feet tall. In return, Geoffrey makes sure he’s careful to treat each of Jamie’s presents like small treasures, which, in truth, they are.
Jamie and Geoff’s life has settled into patterns and plans, so it’s only when something out of the ordinary happens that Geoff remembers that Jamie sees the world differently.
Christmas is like that.