What You Can Get Used To
Title: What You Can Get Used To
Author:
lokifan
Word count: ~400
Characters/pairings: Dean/Seamus
Rating: Universal
Summary: Dean’s family Christmas is a bit crazier than what Seamus is used to.
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF
Author’s Notes: This is my second Twelve Days of Christmas drabble ficlet, for angelbabe_cj, who requested ‘Dean/Seamus, (holiday) chaos.’
Seamus hadn’t known he had so many expectations of Christmas until they all fell apart.
In his family, they went to midnight Mass, woke up fairly late, opened their presents and then shared a cooked breakfast. Christmas dinner was at half-three, after they heckled the Queen’s speech.
In Dean’s family they woke early to open their stockings (well, Dean did, which woke Seamus) and then went to church. Seamus was used to the solemn ritual and and stained glass windows of his parents’ parish church; they sang the same hymns every year, which had been translated from Latin more than a hundred years ago. The sermon was hushed and serious.
This church was full of people in kente cloth and they sang hymns Seamus didn’t recognise. He kept tripping over his tongue when the familiar litany used an unfamiliar phrase, and before the sermon they brought a donkey in. Halfway through there was a dance. He found it all a little difficult to cope with.
Well, he liked the donkey. It had soft brown eyes and was very calm about the children who wanted to pull its ears.
Then they went back to Dean’s parents’ house. Dinner was to be at one o’clock, apparently, and presents wouldn’t be opened until around four: Dean and his sister Jen were chastised for cheating. (Jen gave Dean part-ownership in AFC Wimbledon; he gave her a West Ham scarf. They got caught due to jokingly doing down each other’s teams.) Dean’s sisters cooked while someone’s husband did the washing up. Seamus had planned to offer to help, but he backed away from the noise and chaos of the kitchen and went in search of Dean.
Dean was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table with his nieces and nephews playing raucously around. Dean was drawing.
Seamus dropped onto the sofa behind him. “I don’t understand how you can concentrate with all this going on.”
Dean finished a line and then turned to look at him, one side of his mouth drawing up in thought. “It’s what I’m used to. And I like it -- being around all the people and noise and things going on. Especially after being on my own, you know, during that year.” Seamus nodded. “It’s amazing what you can get used to when it’s where you belong.”
Seamus caught Dean’s niece Ama before she could run headlong into the coffee table and smiled. “Yep.”
This was originally posted at http://lokifan.dreamwidth.org/349974.html. Comment wherever you like :)
Author:
lokifan
Word count: ~400
Characters/pairings: Dean/Seamus
Rating: Universal
Summary: Dean’s family Christmas is a bit crazier than what Seamus is used to.
Warnings: SO MUCH FLUFF
Author’s Notes: This is my second Twelve Days of Christmas drabble ficlet, for angelbabe_cj, who requested ‘Dean/Seamus, (holiday) chaos.’
Seamus hadn’t known he had so many expectations of Christmas until they all fell apart.
In his family, they went to midnight Mass, woke up fairly late, opened their presents and then shared a cooked breakfast. Christmas dinner was at half-three, after they heckled the Queen’s speech.
In Dean’s family they woke early to open their stockings (well, Dean did, which woke Seamus) and then went to church. Seamus was used to the solemn ritual and and stained glass windows of his parents’ parish church; they sang the same hymns every year, which had been translated from Latin more than a hundred years ago. The sermon was hushed and serious.
This church was full of people in kente cloth and they sang hymns Seamus didn’t recognise. He kept tripping over his tongue when the familiar litany used an unfamiliar phrase, and before the sermon they brought a donkey in. Halfway through there was a dance. He found it all a little difficult to cope with.
Well, he liked the donkey. It had soft brown eyes and was very calm about the children who wanted to pull its ears.
Then they went back to Dean’s parents’ house. Dinner was to be at one o’clock, apparently, and presents wouldn’t be opened until around four: Dean and his sister Jen were chastised for cheating. (Jen gave Dean part-ownership in AFC Wimbledon; he gave her a West Ham scarf. They got caught due to jokingly doing down each other’s teams.) Dean’s sisters cooked while someone’s husband did the washing up. Seamus had planned to offer to help, but he backed away from the noise and chaos of the kitchen and went in search of Dean.
Dean was sitting cross-legged in front of the coffee table with his nieces and nephews playing raucously around. Dean was drawing.
Seamus dropped onto the sofa behind him. “I don’t understand how you can concentrate with all this going on.”
Dean finished a line and then turned to look at him, one side of his mouth drawing up in thought. “It’s what I’m used to. And I like it -- being around all the people and noise and things going on. Especially after being on my own, you know, during that year.” Seamus nodded. “It’s amazing what you can get used to when it’s where you belong.”
Seamus caught Dean’s niece Ama before she could run headlong into the coffee table and smiled. “Yep.”
This was originally posted at http://lokifan.dreamwidth.org/349974.html. Comment wherever you like :)