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such_heights) wrote2006-12-23 12:00 pm
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Holiday drabbles
Merry Christmas, f-list! I probably won't be around again until the 29th, as I head off to the cold, cold land of Lancashire tomorrow. Hope you all have a wonderful holiday &hearts Review of the year coming when I get back, and my ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rs_small_gifts will doubtless appear too, though it really is a small gift compared to some of the fabulous stuff that's been appearing on there.
Now, a multi-fandom extravaganza! 5 drabble-ish Christmas things, starring Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Rose Tyler, Crowley, Aziraphale, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, James and Lily Potter. 900 words, PG-13. Warning for a bit of a fluff overload.
The stars shone softly down. Remus was still ill from the full moon, and he’d been prone on the sagging sofa for some time now, making vain attempts at the Prophet crossword. He didn’t hear anything when Sirius came in, so nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the clattering of crockery in a tray.
‘How’re you holding up?’ Sirius asked.
‘Just fine, thank you.’
Sirius rolled his eyes. ‘Right then. Well, here’s an array of recovery treats Pomfrey would be proud of – mince pies, hot chocolate, the lot. Tuck in! Ooh, how’s the crossword going?’
Remus shuffled upright. ‘I thought there was a thing at the Prewetts’ tonight, do you honestly have nowhere better to be, nothing better to do than play nursemaid?’
‘Hmm? Oh no, not really. You’re here,’ Sirius replied matter-of-factly before picking up the paper. ‘Now then, seven down - can you see the Lady Foghorn? 11 letters.’
Remus leaned over to have a look, and let his head fall on Sirius’ shoulder. ‘Merry Christmas,’ he murmured.
‘Aha!’ said Sirius suddenly, waving his quill around. ‘Got it!’ His arm slipped around Remus, who just took a sip from his mug with a smile.
---
Before Rose came in bearing her pride and joy, her very own homemade Christmas pudding, she paused, leaning against the doorway. Pete was refilling Mickey’s wine glass while her mum readjusted her party hat. Rose had imagined this scene countless times, Christmas with her mum and dad. But this was reality, not a childish fantasy, and Rose had caught her mum’s nervous glance as Pete had tucked into the turkey she’d spent hours over, and Mickey’s slight awkwardness as he’d handed his gifts out.
Mickey glanced up and caught her eye. Shaking her head at herself, Rose walked in with a bright smile. ‘Now then, who’s for a slice of this?’
Winking at Mickey, she sat down, and didn’t think of the Doctor once. Christmas was about loving the ones you're with, after all, and this little artificial family was one worth being in.
---
‘What I don’t understand,’ Crowley said, ‘is how come the world’s still in such a state – thought the Messiah was meant to fix all that!’
‘Well, he didn’t get rid of free will, did he? It’s meant to be more of a nod in the right direction, I always think. A very big nod,’ said Aziraphale, who’d had it explained to him once but had forgotten some of the finer points.
‘Hell’s terribly confused this year, you know – hadn’t exactly expected this one to come around at all, of course. We’ve all just been sent last-minute tempting instructions, but it’s all rather lacklustre, really.’ Crowley frowned. ‘Don’t tell me your lot actually did win and we just haven’t noticed?’
Aziraphale laughed. ‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘So, in conclusion, neither the son of God nor the son of Satan proved to be quiet up to scratch.’
Aziraphale spluttered. ‘Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that!’
‘Oh, ssh,’ Crowley hissed. ‘Let your wings down a bit – it’s Christmas!’
‘You’ll be the death of me, you know.’
‘I should certainly hope not – I’m not nearly done with you yet, angel,’ said Crowley, grabbing hold of Aziraphale’s garishly festive tie – not tasteful in any century – and dragging him closer.
---
Jack was filling the Hub with song, singing “O Come All Ye Faithful” at the top of his lungs, causing Myfanwe to poke her head out of her tinsel-bedecked nest in confusion.
‘I didn’t know you could sing, sir.’
Jack whirled around to see Ianto standing there, smirking.
‘I’m expecting the call from the Royal Albert Hall any day now,’ Jack replied. ‘And just how long have you been there?’
‘Oh, I heard your wonderful rendition of “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen” – some very original lyrics changes there!’
‘D’you come all this way just snipe at me?’ Jack asked. ‘Do I get a Christmas present, hmm?’
‘No, sorry – just brought myself.’
Jack grinned. ‘That’ll do nicely.’
---
Lily woke up early on Christmas morning, instantly excited. Instinctively, she looked over at Harry, who was gurgling contentedly in his crib. She got out of bed, shivering slightly in the cold. She picked Harry up, whispering ‘Merry Christmas’ into his mop of hair. Holding Harry to her, she laughed at James, who was spread-eagled over about two thirds of the bed.
Putting Harry on a pillow in the middle, she leapt back into bed, and then with a wicked grin stuck her rapidly freezing feet onto James’ carelessly exposed midriff. He jumped awake with an incoherent yelp.
‘Merry Christmas, darling,’ Lily said sweetly.
‘You… you…’ James started to laugh. ‘I love you, you madwoman. Merry Christmas.’ He leaned across and pecked her on the cheek before scooping up Harry. ‘You think it’s funny your dad gets pranked awake on Christmas morning, hmm?’
Harry continued to gurgle happily.
‘Yep, definitely my son,’ James said with a grin.
‘You never know,’ Lily replied. ‘Could be Sirius’.’
James cackled. ‘Not unless you took a gender-swap potion one very lonely night.’
He shuffled up next to Lily, putting Harry on her lap. ‘So, what do you reckon he’s going to like more,’ James mused, ‘the miniature broom, or the Zonko’s starter kit?’
Lily sighed. ‘I’m holding out for The Very Hungry Flobberworm, but I think it may be a lost cause.’
She reached out and ruffled both of her boys’ hair simultaneously – something she still hadn’t got tired of. ‘Harry’s very first Christmas,’ she murmured, and James wrapped his arms around them both.
rs_small_gifts will doubtless appear too, though it really is a small gift compared to some of the fabulous stuff that's been appearing on there.Now, a multi-fandom extravaganza! 5 drabble-ish Christmas things, starring Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Rose Tyler, Crowley, Aziraphale, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, James and Lily Potter. 900 words, PG-13. Warning for a bit of a fluff overload.
The stars shone softly down. Remus was still ill from the full moon, and he’d been prone on the sagging sofa for some time now, making vain attempts at the Prophet crossword. He didn’t hear anything when Sirius came in, so nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the clattering of crockery in a tray.
‘How’re you holding up?’ Sirius asked.
‘Just fine, thank you.’
Sirius rolled his eyes. ‘Right then. Well, here’s an array of recovery treats Pomfrey would be proud of – mince pies, hot chocolate, the lot. Tuck in! Ooh, how’s the crossword going?’
Remus shuffled upright. ‘I thought there was a thing at the Prewetts’ tonight, do you honestly have nowhere better to be, nothing better to do than play nursemaid?’
‘Hmm? Oh no, not really. You’re here,’ Sirius replied matter-of-factly before picking up the paper. ‘Now then, seven down - can you see the Lady Foghorn? 11 letters.’
Remus leaned over to have a look, and let his head fall on Sirius’ shoulder. ‘Merry Christmas,’ he murmured.
‘Aha!’ said Sirius suddenly, waving his quill around. ‘Got it!’ His arm slipped around Remus, who just took a sip from his mug with a smile.
---
Before Rose came in bearing her pride and joy, her very own homemade Christmas pudding, she paused, leaning against the doorway. Pete was refilling Mickey’s wine glass while her mum readjusted her party hat. Rose had imagined this scene countless times, Christmas with her mum and dad. But this was reality, not a childish fantasy, and Rose had caught her mum’s nervous glance as Pete had tucked into the turkey she’d spent hours over, and Mickey’s slight awkwardness as he’d handed his gifts out.
Mickey glanced up and caught her eye. Shaking her head at herself, Rose walked in with a bright smile. ‘Now then, who’s for a slice of this?’
Winking at Mickey, she sat down, and didn’t think of the Doctor once. Christmas was about loving the ones you're with, after all, and this little artificial family was one worth being in.
---
‘What I don’t understand,’ Crowley said, ‘is how come the world’s still in such a state – thought the Messiah was meant to fix all that!’
‘Well, he didn’t get rid of free will, did he? It’s meant to be more of a nod in the right direction, I always think. A very big nod,’ said Aziraphale, who’d had it explained to him once but had forgotten some of the finer points.
‘Hell’s terribly confused this year, you know – hadn’t exactly expected this one to come around at all, of course. We’ve all just been sent last-minute tempting instructions, but it’s all rather lacklustre, really.’ Crowley frowned. ‘Don’t tell me your lot actually did win and we just haven’t noticed?’
Aziraphale laughed. ‘No, I don’t think so.’
‘So, in conclusion, neither the son of God nor the son of Satan proved to be quiet up to scratch.’
Aziraphale spluttered. ‘Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that!’
‘Oh, ssh,’ Crowley hissed. ‘Let your wings down a bit – it’s Christmas!’
‘You’ll be the death of me, you know.’
‘I should certainly hope not – I’m not nearly done with you yet, angel,’ said Crowley, grabbing hold of Aziraphale’s garishly festive tie – not tasteful in any century – and dragging him closer.
---
Jack was filling the Hub with song, singing “O Come All Ye Faithful” at the top of his lungs, causing Myfanwe to poke her head out of her tinsel-bedecked nest in confusion.
‘I didn’t know you could sing, sir.’
Jack whirled around to see Ianto standing there, smirking.
‘I’m expecting the call from the Royal Albert Hall any day now,’ Jack replied. ‘And just how long have you been there?’
‘Oh, I heard your wonderful rendition of “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen” – some very original lyrics changes there!’
‘D’you come all this way just snipe at me?’ Jack asked. ‘Do I get a Christmas present, hmm?’
‘No, sorry – just brought myself.’
Jack grinned. ‘That’ll do nicely.’
---
Lily woke up early on Christmas morning, instantly excited. Instinctively, she looked over at Harry, who was gurgling contentedly in his crib. She got out of bed, shivering slightly in the cold. She picked Harry up, whispering ‘Merry Christmas’ into his mop of hair. Holding Harry to her, she laughed at James, who was spread-eagled over about two thirds of the bed.
Putting Harry on a pillow in the middle, she leapt back into bed, and then with a wicked grin stuck her rapidly freezing feet onto James’ carelessly exposed midriff. He jumped awake with an incoherent yelp.
‘Merry Christmas, darling,’ Lily said sweetly.
‘You… you…’ James started to laugh. ‘I love you, you madwoman. Merry Christmas.’ He leaned across and pecked her on the cheek before scooping up Harry. ‘You think it’s funny your dad gets pranked awake on Christmas morning, hmm?’
Harry continued to gurgle happily.
‘Yep, definitely my son,’ James said with a grin.
‘You never know,’ Lily replied. ‘Could be Sirius’.’
James cackled. ‘Not unless you took a gender-swap potion one very lonely night.’
He shuffled up next to Lily, putting Harry on her lap. ‘So, what do you reckon he’s going to like more,’ James mused, ‘the miniature broom, or the Zonko’s starter kit?’
Lily sighed. ‘I’m holding out for The Very Hungry Flobberworm, but I think it may be a lost cause.’
She reached out and ruffled both of her boys’ hair simultaneously – something she still hadn’t got tired of. ‘Harry’s very first Christmas,’ she murmured, and James wrapped his arms around them both.
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Sirius looking after Remus and Lily pranking James. The Very Hungry Flobberworm *g*, and the Zonkos starter kit.
Crowley and Aziraphale's garishly festive tie.
I like the others, too, although I don't really get them.
Um: can you see the Lady Foghorn? 11 letters.’ help?
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