Two Christmas Mini-fics
Story 1
Title: "Robin Kradam"
Rating: G
Beta: gwencarmichael
Pairing: Kris and Adam ~ Friendship
Warnings: None
Disclamer: It's all fiction, like usual
Summary: Mysterious strangers leave a special package for a family in need.
Story 2
Title: "The Family Business"
Rating: G
Beta: gwencarmichael
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Warnings: none
Disclamer: same as above
Summary: Kris has has found true love and has to break the news to his dad, who just happens to run a workshop in the North Pole.
a/n: These are just simple little scenes that I hoped would be cute. Happy Holidays!
(for my Moon Sister robin1961
"Robin Kradam"
Jill stared at the electric bill. Disconnect notice. Due at the end of December.
It had friends.
Past due. Second notice. Suspension. The phone would have been ringing with collection agencies calling, if the service hadn't been disconnected. The rent was a month late. Jill owed more than she earned, and she had no idea what she was going to do.
Just then, the doorbell rang. She left the scattered envelopes on the table and looked toward the kitchen where her two grade school sons were eating popcorn - all she could find to feed them until she got paid tomorrow. Hoping it wasn't the landlord, Jill went to the front door of her small house, but saw no one when she looked out the peep hole. Wondering who could have rang the bell, she opened the door and peaked out into the late afternoon.
Sitting on the front porch, the cutest bug-eyed, stuffed pink...monkey or something was sitting in the middle of a mess of ribbons and bows on what looked like a Christmas present. The 'monkey' was holding a red heart attached to its hands and it was looking up at her, begging to be picked up.
The package it was attached to was god-awful heavy, but she managed to bring it inside. No one was around, and Jill had no idea who could have left it.
When she opened it up, the contents were covered by brown paper, and sitting on top were a series of index cards with little notes written on them. She didn't recognize the hand.
'Hi Jill!!'
'Merry Christmas!'
'This is a gift...'
'You don't even have to pay it back.'
'And you can spend it however you want.'
'No strings!'
'The pink toy is yours. We named it Foopy, but you can call it whatever you want!'
'Someday, you could do this for someone else.'
'That's all we ask.'
'Love, Kradam.'
Jill was confused entirely, having no clue who this 'Kradam' was or why they - as in "we" - wanted to give her anything. She lifted the brown paper...
Stack after stack of 20 dollar bills were found beneath it.
***
Kris and Adam hid in the bushes across the street, watching Jill's house, and in a minute, they could hear screaming in excitement.
They giggled.
"Good...I was hoping she wouldn't think it was counterfeit," Kris said.
"I'm gonna miss Foopy," said Adam.
"I can't believe you named it that."
"What! He looked like a Foopy."
"Whataya think she'll do when she gets back on her feet?" Kris wondered.
"It'd be cool if she got to do the same thing for someone else. This was so much fun!"
Kris agreed. Intercepting thousands of dollars that were intended to be donation to the National Organization for Marriage (NOM) and giving the money to a stranger who needed it desperately was possibly the most fun anyone could have while committing a crime. At least the money would actually do some good.
With the screaming inside the house being joined by the exclamations of two kids, Kris and Adam hugged each other in elation.
"Let's do that again!"
The End.
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(for my Moon Sister puska_baby
"The Family Business"
Kris sat in his father's private workshop, feeling like he was going to be sick. He knew things were expected of him, and he also knew his dad wasn't going to like what he had to say. It wasn't easy being born into such strong, family traditions. It wasn't easy when your life ends up deviating from those traditions unexpectedly.
It wasn't easy being the son of St. Nicholas, better known as Santa Claus.
Kris...Kris Kringle, that is...was too nervous to eat any of the cookies on the nearby plate. His Mom always made the best cookies; that's why Dad was so...jolly. The fact that Kris had never been a big guy was just one of the many reasons why he always worried he would be a lousy Santa. But the news he had for his father was likely to guarantee that he'd never even get the chance.
Santa sat across from Kris at his desk. "Well son, it's good to have you back home. Your mother and I have missed you."
"Me too, Dad."
"And we did enjoy the letters you sent over the past six months, but I have to say we noticed that something seemed to be...missing."
"Here it comes,' Kris thought. "Er...you mean..."
Santa elaborated. "Well, we did allow you to go into the real world for the past 6 months because you insisted on trying to find your one true love before you were married. I couldn't help but notice that there was no mention of your progress in your letters."
Kris opened his mouth to respond, but the rotund, bearded man continued before he could. "Now, I know it can't be easy to choose a wife, Kris, considering who you are - but there must have been someone."
'Here we go.' Kris swallowed before he said, "Well...there is."
Santa's face lit up. "Oh? Well, who is she? Why didn't you bring her to the North Pole with you? The Book of Christmas decrees that you must be married before this Christmas! You don't have much time!"
"I know...it's just...the person I've fallen in love with...they're not what you'd expect." Kris felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead, and it had nothing to do with the wool sweater he wore - one of many he owned that was the normal fashion at home. Santa waited, and Kris was terribly nervous.
"Well, you see...the one I've chosen is...older than me."
"Oh, that's nothing to worry about!"
"A-and...the one I love...um...doesn't really celebrate Christmas...at all...um...being Jewish..."
"Jewish?" Santa raised an eyebrow. How could the next Mrs. Claus not celebrate Christmas? But Kris gathered his courage.
"Dad, my true love is beautiful, and kind, and generous, and funny...and...and...and Adam will make me happy for the rest of my life."
Santa's eyes grew wide. "Adam? Her name is Adam?"
Kris shrunk into his chair a little, but knew it was time to reveal the truth. "Dad, Adam is a man, and he loves me, and I know in my heart that he is the one I'm meant to be with." It had come as a bit of a shock to Kris, too, but over the last few months in the real world, since the first moment he and Adam met, Kris was in love with him, and there was no denying it.
Sant's mouth hanged open until his eyes rolled back into his head behind his thin rimmed glasses, and the next thing Kris knew, he was staring at two black boots sticking straight up, his father having fallen completely back in his chair.
***
Adam waited with his hands in his leather jacket pockets by the Verizon Wireless booth in the mall, pretending to look at phones. Who would have thought that the space under the register was a portal to the North Pole? Unfortunately, Adam was too big to fit into it, but this guy he waited on was the perfect fit.
A few minutes later, Kris appeared and came around to where Adam stood, making sure the kid running the booth wasn't looking. He was cute as ever, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, and he always smelled like chocolate ice cream.
Grinning affectionately, Adam asked, "So, how'd they take it?"
"Dad fainted; Mom dropped her cookies."
"Is that a euphemism?" Adam almost snickered...hey, it wasn't his fault if he had a dirty mind.
Sighing, Kris reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, it's done. That's all that matters."
They started strolling through the mall. Adam asked, "So, what happens now?"
Kris shrugged. "Well, according to the Book of Christmas, the real problem is that you're not into Christmas."
"I'm into Christmas sales!" Adam reminded in a sing-song voice. Kris' heart melted yet again. Boy, he loved this man.
Then, Adam settled down and looked at Kris thoughtfully. "But it means you can't be the next Santa, huh?" He had worried it would happen, that Kris would have to give up his birth rite because of him.
Kris brushed it off. "They'll find someone else. It's not like Christmas is canceled or anything. They'll just have to deal with it."
"You sure you wanna give it all up? It's not every day you get a magical breaking-n-entering gig where flying reindeer carry you around the world, you know."
Kris grinned bashfully. "Shut up, Adam."
Adam chuckled. "No, seriously. You okay?" He took Kris' hand in his.
Kris smiled a little and stopped walking, turning toward his true love.
"I have you; what else do I need?"
They stared at each other lovingly for a moment before Adam bent, his head turned just slightly, and kissed Kris on the lips. Then they continued toward the exit.
"Now, do I get to meet your folks?"
"I guess," Kris replied, still holding Adam's hand. "You know, I really think they're gonna like you."
"Good. You know I'm only marrying you for your Mom's cookies, right? I hear they're the best," Adam joked.
Kris punched his harm and smirked. "Yuh-huh...sure, Lambert. Then if I were you, I'd kiss that diet goodbye."
The End.
Title: "Robin Kradam"
Rating: G
Beta: gwencarmichael
Pairing: Kris and Adam ~ Friendship
Warnings: None
Disclamer: It's all fiction, like usual
Summary: Mysterious strangers leave a special package for a family in need.
Story 2
Title: "The Family Business"
Rating: G
Beta: gwencarmichael
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Warnings: none
Disclamer: same as above
Summary: Kris has has found true love and has to break the news to his dad, who just happens to run a workshop in the North Pole.
a/n: These are just simple little scenes that I hoped would be cute. Happy Holidays!
(for my Moon Sister robin1961
"Robin Kradam"
Jill stared at the electric bill. Disconnect notice. Due at the end of December.
It had friends.
Past due. Second notice. Suspension. The phone would have been ringing with collection agencies calling, if the service hadn't been disconnected. The rent was a month late. Jill owed more than she earned, and she had no idea what she was going to do.
Just then, the doorbell rang. She left the scattered envelopes on the table and looked toward the kitchen where her two grade school sons were eating popcorn - all she could find to feed them until she got paid tomorrow. Hoping it wasn't the landlord, Jill went to the front door of her small house, but saw no one when she looked out the peep hole. Wondering who could have rang the bell, she opened the door and peaked out into the late afternoon.
Sitting on the front porch, the cutest bug-eyed, stuffed pink...monkey or something was sitting in the middle of a mess of ribbons and bows on what looked like a Christmas present. The 'monkey' was holding a red heart attached to its hands and it was looking up at her, begging to be picked up.
The package it was attached to was god-awful heavy, but she managed to bring it inside. No one was around, and Jill had no idea who could have left it.
When she opened it up, the contents were covered by brown paper, and sitting on top were a series of index cards with little notes written on them. She didn't recognize the hand.
'Hi Jill!!'
'Merry Christmas!'
'This is a gift...'
'You don't even have to pay it back.'
'And you can spend it however you want.'
'No strings!'
'The pink toy is yours. We named it Foopy, but you can call it whatever you want!'
'Someday, you could do this for someone else.'
'That's all we ask.'
'Love, Kradam.'
Jill was confused entirely, having no clue who this 'Kradam' was or why they - as in "we" - wanted to give her anything. She lifted the brown paper...
Stack after stack of 20 dollar bills were found beneath it.
***
Kris and Adam hid in the bushes across the street, watching Jill's house, and in a minute, they could hear screaming in excitement.
They giggled.
"Good...I was hoping she wouldn't think it was counterfeit," Kris said.
"I'm gonna miss Foopy," said Adam.
"I can't believe you named it that."
"What! He looked like a Foopy."
"Whataya think she'll do when she gets back on her feet?" Kris wondered.
"It'd be cool if she got to do the same thing for someone else. This was so much fun!"
Kris agreed. Intercepting thousands of dollars that were intended to be donation to the National Organization for Marriage (NOM) and giving the money to a stranger who needed it desperately was possibly the most fun anyone could have while committing a crime. At least the money would actually do some good.
With the screaming inside the house being joined by the exclamations of two kids, Kris and Adam hugged each other in elation.
"Let's do that again!"
The End.
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(for my Moon Sister puska_baby
"The Family Business"
Kris sat in his father's private workshop, feeling like he was going to be sick. He knew things were expected of him, and he also knew his dad wasn't going to like what he had to say. It wasn't easy being born into such strong, family traditions. It wasn't easy when your life ends up deviating from those traditions unexpectedly.
It wasn't easy being the son of St. Nicholas, better known as Santa Claus.
Kris...Kris Kringle, that is...was too nervous to eat any of the cookies on the nearby plate. His Mom always made the best cookies; that's why Dad was so...jolly. The fact that Kris had never been a big guy was just one of the many reasons why he always worried he would be a lousy Santa. But the news he had for his father was likely to guarantee that he'd never even get the chance.
Santa sat across from Kris at his desk. "Well son, it's good to have you back home. Your mother and I have missed you."
"Me too, Dad."
"And we did enjoy the letters you sent over the past six months, but I have to say we noticed that something seemed to be...missing."
"Here it comes,' Kris thought. "Er...you mean..."
Santa elaborated. "Well, we did allow you to go into the real world for the past 6 months because you insisted on trying to find your one true love before you were married. I couldn't help but notice that there was no mention of your progress in your letters."
Kris opened his mouth to respond, but the rotund, bearded man continued before he could. "Now, I know it can't be easy to choose a wife, Kris, considering who you are - but there must have been someone."
'Here we go.' Kris swallowed before he said, "Well...there is."
Santa's face lit up. "Oh? Well, who is she? Why didn't you bring her to the North Pole with you? The Book of Christmas decrees that you must be married before this Christmas! You don't have much time!"
"I know...it's just...the person I've fallen in love with...they're not what you'd expect." Kris felt beads of sweat break out on his forehead, and it had nothing to do with the wool sweater he wore - one of many he owned that was the normal fashion at home. Santa waited, and Kris was terribly nervous.
"Well, you see...the one I've chosen is...older than me."
"Oh, that's nothing to worry about!"
"A-and...the one I love...um...doesn't really celebrate Christmas...at all...um...being Jewish..."
"Jewish?" Santa raised an eyebrow. How could the next Mrs. Claus not celebrate Christmas? But Kris gathered his courage.
"Dad, my true love is beautiful, and kind, and generous, and funny...and...and...and Adam will make me happy for the rest of my life."
Santa's eyes grew wide. "Adam? Her name is Adam?"
Kris shrunk into his chair a little, but knew it was time to reveal the truth. "Dad, Adam is a man, and he loves me, and I know in my heart that he is the one I'm meant to be with." It had come as a bit of a shock to Kris, too, but over the last few months in the real world, since the first moment he and Adam met, Kris was in love with him, and there was no denying it.
Sant's mouth hanged open until his eyes rolled back into his head behind his thin rimmed glasses, and the next thing Kris knew, he was staring at two black boots sticking straight up, his father having fallen completely back in his chair.
***
Adam waited with his hands in his leather jacket pockets by the Verizon Wireless booth in the mall, pretending to look at phones. Who would have thought that the space under the register was a portal to the North Pole? Unfortunately, Adam was too big to fit into it, but this guy he waited on was the perfect fit.
A few minutes later, Kris appeared and came around to where Adam stood, making sure the kid running the booth wasn't looking. He was cute as ever, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, and he always smelled like chocolate ice cream.
Grinning affectionately, Adam asked, "So, how'd they take it?"
"Dad fainted; Mom dropped her cookies."
"Is that a euphemism?" Adam almost snickered...hey, it wasn't his fault if he had a dirty mind.
Sighing, Kris reached up and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, it's done. That's all that matters."
They started strolling through the mall. Adam asked, "So, what happens now?"
Kris shrugged. "Well, according to the Book of Christmas, the real problem is that you're not into Christmas."
"I'm into Christmas sales!" Adam reminded in a sing-song voice. Kris' heart melted yet again. Boy, he loved this man.
Then, Adam settled down and looked at Kris thoughtfully. "But it means you can't be the next Santa, huh?" He had worried it would happen, that Kris would have to give up his birth rite because of him.
Kris brushed it off. "They'll find someone else. It's not like Christmas is canceled or anything. They'll just have to deal with it."
"You sure you wanna give it all up? It's not every day you get a magical breaking-n-entering gig where flying reindeer carry you around the world, you know."
Kris grinned bashfully. "Shut up, Adam."
Adam chuckled. "No, seriously. You okay?" He took Kris' hand in his.
Kris smiled a little and stopped walking, turning toward his true love.
"I have you; what else do I need?"
They stared at each other lovingly for a moment before Adam bent, his head turned just slightly, and kissed Kris on the lips. Then they continued toward the exit.
"Now, do I get to meet your folks?"
"I guess," Kris replied, still holding Adam's hand. "You know, I really think they're gonna like you."
"Good. You know I'm only marrying you for your Mom's cookies, right? I hear they're the best," Adam joked.
Kris punched his harm and smirked. "Yuh-huh...sure, Lambert. Then if I were you, I'd kiss that diet goodbye."
The End.