Fic: O, Christmas Tree! (1/1)
Title: O, Christmas Tree! (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Characters/Pairings: Clark/Bruce, Dick, Alfred
Fandom: DC Comics
Genres: Fluff, Holiday, Slice-Of-Life
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The tree is decorated, the Christmas cookies are eaten...it's all good.
Date Of Completion: December 14, 2024
Date Of Posting: January 2, 2025
Word Count: 296
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The tree glittered in reflected light from the fireplace. Garlands of silver and gold. Ornaments new and old. Ornaments handed down from generation-to-generation. Ornaments bought last week. Ornaments of glass. Ornaments of plastic. Silver icicles. A golden star at the top of the tree.
Bruce looked at the tree with satisfaction from the comfort of his favorite chair. It was mix-and-match, unlike the professionally-decorated tree in the grand ballroom, set for the annual Wayne charity gala. It was a family tree, and while the ballroom tree was beautiful, Bruce preferred this one. So what if it wasn't themed or color-coordinated and the ornaments didn't match? Sometimes mismatches were perfect.
He glanced over at the couch. Clark had fallen asleep and Dick's body stretched out next to him as he slumbered, too. Both were exhausted from a frantic week of superheroing and the hustle and bustle of decorating today. A plate of Alfred's homemade Christmas sugar cookies was empty, and so were the glasses of cold buttermilk from the Kent farm.
Dick's childish delight in the holidays was matched by Clark, who seemed like a kid himself at this time of year. Both were wearing garish Christmas sweaters and both insisted they weren't ugly. Tonight they would be watching Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, a tradition Dick instead upon.
Alfred came in, looking fondly at the sleepyheads, clearing away the plates and glasses, and returned with two throw blankets draped over his arm. He adjusted the stockings hung from the holly bough-festooned mantel (one for him as well) and carefully laid one of the colorful (of course!) blankets over Dick and one over Clark, and quietly left the room.
As the fire crackled merrily, Bruce continued to admire the tree, supremely satisfied.
Sometimes mismatches were the best of all.
This story can also be read on AO3.
This entry was cross-posted from Dreamwidth. You may comment on either entry as you wish.
Author: BradyGirl_12
Characters/Pairings: Clark/Bruce, Dick, Alfred
Fandom: DC Comics
Genres: Fluff, Holiday, Slice-Of-Life
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: The tree is decorated, the Christmas cookies are eaten...it's all good.
Date Of Completion: December 14, 2024
Date Of Posting: January 2, 2025
Word Count: 296
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
The tree glittered in reflected light from the fireplace. Garlands of silver and gold. Ornaments new and old. Ornaments handed down from generation-to-generation. Ornaments bought last week. Ornaments of glass. Ornaments of plastic. Silver icicles. A golden star at the top of the tree.
Bruce looked at the tree with satisfaction from the comfort of his favorite chair. It was mix-and-match, unlike the professionally-decorated tree in the grand ballroom, set for the annual Wayne charity gala. It was a family tree, and while the ballroom tree was beautiful, Bruce preferred this one. So what if it wasn't themed or color-coordinated and the ornaments didn't match? Sometimes mismatches were perfect.
He glanced over at the couch. Clark had fallen asleep and Dick's body stretched out next to him as he slumbered, too. Both were exhausted from a frantic week of superheroing and the hustle and bustle of decorating today. A plate of Alfred's homemade Christmas sugar cookies was empty, and so were the glasses of cold buttermilk from the Kent farm.
Dick's childish delight in the holidays was matched by Clark, who seemed like a kid himself at this time of year. Both were wearing garish Christmas sweaters and both insisted they weren't ugly. Tonight they would be watching Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer, a tradition Dick instead upon.
Alfred came in, looking fondly at the sleepyheads, clearing away the plates and glasses, and returned with two throw blankets draped over his arm. He adjusted the stockings hung from the holly bough-festooned mantel (one for him as well) and carefully laid one of the colorful (of course!) blankets over Dick and one over Clark, and quietly left the room.
As the fire crackled merrily, Bruce continued to admire the tree, supremely satisfied.
Sometimes mismatches were the best of all.
This story can also be read on AO3.
This entry was cross-posted from Dreamwidth. You may comment on either entry as you wish.