Drabble Fics
Dean/Castiel (SPN) for camshaft22
Crack in Character WWE XMas Fic for merlina30
Gen Christmas fic WWE Cena and Orton for rfg_72
Harry/Draco (HP) for kitty_fic
Richard/Jimmy (BE) for twilightthief
This should somehow feel wrong, his wife was dead and they were lying here in bed together. Jimmy looking like a lost little boy, his head on Richard’s shoulders. Richard gently holding him.
Tormented by his dead wife, his feelings for her and on her death were probably somewhat misplaced. Realistically she had cheated on him but it had not hurt the way it should have.
Maybe it was indication that she was not the only liar in their marriage. He was hurt that he was now a single father and alone.
Richard held him like Gillian used to but with the intimacy that Angela had (and maybe if Jimmy was honest with himself, his mother had too held him in such a way only with her it was extremely inappropriate).
“When does the indifference shake off?” he asked after awhile.
Richard made a sound, almost grunt-ish but it was just a noise he sometimes made when he struggled to speak. Jimmy had come to recognize it as time moved on.
At first, it was hard for him to hear, but now it was almost comforting. A sign that Richard was there and alive, that he was flawed like Jimmy but also a warrior. Fearless and brave even in the face of death.
“No,” Richard replied slowly, struggling to speak lying down, it was easier for him to get vocal chords moving when he was right side up for some reason. “The ice cold feeling gets thicker as time goes on but you forget it was ever there.”
“So I’ll never feel again?”
“You will but maybe never about her again.”
“Like your sister?” Jimmy asked finally, remembering what Angela told him.
“Yes, just like that,” Richard said gently.
Jimmy put his hand on Richard’s artificial face, holding it like it was a lifeline and answer all the same.
“Maybe I should be one with the mask,” Jimmy said before bending down and placing a kiss on Richard’s left side of his mouth.
He wanted to feel like Angela did, if her relationships were just some forbidden temptation or if there was something homosexuality truly offered. Would it feel like freedom?
Richard never responded but he did kiss back.
After a moment, Jimmy decided Ang and he had more common than he ever thought. Forgiveness was a long road ahead but perhaps not impossible after all.
Eventually, that block of ice slowly started to melt in his heart and inside it a seed for Richard was planted.
“So do I get my own Star of Bethlehem?” Dean asked bitterly with obvious sarcasm, though he knew it would probably go above Castiel’s angelic head.
“You want your own sign of being the new messiah?” Cas asked him seriously, trying to mentally decide how to best do that without causing world panic.
The people were not ready for another Jesus just yet. The potential apocalypse was enough to deal with as it was for those who knew, never mind the mass population.
Dean sighed, “No Cas. I want a freaking break. I want this angel business to end and for every last god damn angel to leave and never come back. I want Michael to die for good. And I want to vacation in freaking Cancun with hot some blonde chick when this all over.”
So did that mean that Dean did not want him around?
“Would you like me to leave?” he asked finally, he had thought the human was attached to him. That they were ‘friends’ but he had just said he wanted the angels to go away essentially. That meant Cas too.
“No! When did I even say that?” Dean demanded slightly annoyed, Cas however had no idea why he was suddenly mad.
Why were humans so confusing? A second ago he was complaining and suffering. Now he was angry at Castiel for offering to do what he asked? There was no logic to this.
“You want all the angels gone.”
Dean swore and Castiel bit back saying that it was a sin. Honestly, God did not care and neither did he but it was principal of the matter. Then again, it was Dean.
“Not you. I know you’re an angel. I just forget if that makes sense?” he posed.
The angel did not respond, honestly he did not understand what that meant but informing Dean did not seem advisable.
Castiel stepped closer to him, “I will try to be as human as possible for you.”
“Surprisingly besides the way you talk- and that incident with the stripper you almost get away with it. Even in the stupid trench,” Dean remarked half kidding, half serious. He was kind of horrible at it but who was Dean to knock Cas for it, he tried unlike some people.
Hell in some ways, he was more human than Sam was anymore.
“Is another way to make me seem more human that will please you?” Castiel asked sitting down on the bench next to him.
Dean contemplated how he wanted to answer that question.
Deciding it was not worth the effort of explaining, Dean went for it. He pulled the angel to him and kissed him somewhat harshly on the mouth, it was not romantic but it was not impassionate either. It had a spark behind it without it being overly sweet.
Castiel had no idea what to make it of it at first. In reflection, he deemed it pleasant. It ignited something in him. Deep inside, hard to give it a name but ‘fire’ was the first word that came to his mind and resonated in his bones.
“What was that for?”
“Cas,” Dean began trying to formulate what to say without having talk seriously about this, “That is the humanity you are missing and- desperately need.”
Dean got up and walked towards the Impala. Castiel did not follow. He sat at the bench until around midnight wondering if he had to kiss people to be more human if he could just kiss Dean for the rest of his stay on Earth.
Before he disappeared he made sure the stars in the sky, in particular one that was visible from the Winchester’s motel room was extra bright just like the star of Bethlehem.
Various:
“Anyone seen the tinsel?” Nattie asked from the corner, she was surrounded by brown boxes filled with ornaments.
“TINSEL,” Evan pointed towards Hornswoggle who was swimming in the box filled with it.
“I’m not getting him out of there,” Kelly Kelly added.
Hunter sighed and leaned into the box pulling the little guy out.
“Not a toy.”
Hornswoggle shrugged and ran off.
“HEY SHEAMUS YOUR LEPCHURN IS GETTING AWAY,” Cena shouted.
Sheamus who was knee deep in sawed off tree limbs smacked his forehead and started weeding his way out. Once free he went running after Hornswoggle.
“COME BACK HERE!”
The Miz was spiking the eggnog and munching on a Christmas cookie that Alicia had baked.
Alicia slapped his hand away and pointed to the tree, “Go hang some decorations up.”
“Fine, I will because I’m awesome and my decorations will be better than everyone else’s.”
Punk came into the room with a tin filled with ice and Pepsi’s.
“ANYONE WANT A DRINK?”
Steve came in and opened one up, taking a sip he said disgusted, “Piss Poor Beer.”
“That’s because it’s soda not beer.”
He looked at the can and threw it on the ground.
“Are you tryin’ to kill me boy?”
“Actually the beer will kill you,” Punk answered snidely.
Steve gave him a stone cold stunner in front of the group, causing the tin to be knocked off and soda cans to explode on the floor.
Which lead to R-Truth screaming, “FOOD FIGHT.”
Soon everyone was taking plates of food at throwing them at each other. The women hit each other with cookies, the men with hams, pies, and fruit cake.
Meanwhile, Hornswoggle hid under the table away from Sheamus who was still looking for him.
Hunter was caught in the tree limbs trying to get him free.
Big Show was hanging the Christmas Star and The Miz was decoration the tree around Hunter, wrapping tinsel around his waist.
Hunter glared and started to turn red.
The Miz laughed and shrugged, “Sorry Rudolph but we needed a big decoration for the bottom of the tree. You’re it.”
And Jillian Hall came back to visit singing ‘Deck the Halls’ on the microphone by the side door.
---
Cena and Orton:
“So what do you want for Christmas?” Randy asked looking down at his watch, he was already running late. If he wanted to go shopping before his flight, he had to go NOW.
“Dr. Dre’s greatest hits?” John teased.
That was happening between never and hell freezing.
“Sure and in the real world…” Randy replied.
If he was less of a jokester, John would have let this go but Randy was making this almost too easy to keep going.
“But that’s what I want. It’s right up there with world peace, dawg. And taking care of dying children.”
Cena made a show of trying to look serious and broken up at the idea that Randy would not get him a rap CD. In truth, he knew it was because Randy on principal refused to buy rap for anyone- even his brother who was a fan. He called it being moralistic. John called it being a music racist.
Randy groaned and gave him the viper stare for good measure, “Are you fucking with me, Cena?”
“No,” he answered meekly as possible.
Randy threw his hands up in the air and started to walk towards his rental, “FINE, I’LL GET YOUR DAMN CD.”
This was when he should let this go; too bad John never learnt that particular lesson.
“I CHANGED MY MIND, I WANT A WATCH.”
This was too easy, too clean, and way too innocent for John’s mind, Randy knew for a fact.
“Just a watch?”
“YEAH, ONE WITH BLING AND THE WORDS ‘RAPPER FOR LIFE’ ON IT,” John called from the exit door.
Okay, that told him what was going on. John was officially fucking with him. Randy was going to fix this.
“NO LAST MINUTE CHANGES?” he screamed back.
John pretended to think about it, “CONCERT TICKETS TO SEE SNOOP DAWG’S COMEBACK?”
Randy rolled his eyes.
“ANYTHING ELSE?”
“A RAP COSTUME FOR MY DOG.”
Yeah, he thought he was being funny too. Honestly, not that funny. But Randy would get to give it all back in spades.
“JUST GO WITH THE WATCH.”
Cena truthfully wanted a watch and figured Orton would do that.
-
It did not come as a surprise when Cena opened his gift to find a square box.
“You got me a watch!”
Randy snorted, “Yes, and it was even what you asked for.”
John opened the green box and saw a Kermit the Frog watch with the word ‘Yo’ coming from his mouth. He was dressed as a Moopet, bling and all.
John laughed.
“You fucking rock, dawg.”
“Call me dawg again and I’ll make sure it’s Miss Piggy and pink next time.”
Would be it considered rude if he just left? Harry Potter had saved the wizarding world, weathered the storm that followed (his adoring fans, and most hated enemies), and came out on top a free man that hated the spotlight.
So why he had accepted an invitation to his Ron’s holiday party he would never know. Especially since he knew Ron was inviting EVERYONE that had ever met him to this thing. It had become the unofficial; let’s gawk at the hermit Harry Potter party.
The only one so far that not stared, invited for a dance, or talked his ear off was Draco Malfoy. Who seemed more interested in the eggnog?
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Harry asked approaching him cautiously.
Just because they saved each other lives did not make them friends or even people that talked to each other. Until right now when Harry was desperate to cling to the only person in the room not eyeing him.
“Spiking it with firewhiskey,” he said without a hint of embarrassment or remorse, “What’s it to you, Potter?”
Harry grinned and held out his half empty glass, “Fill me.”
Draco snorted, “Getting smashed will not take away their gazes.”
“No, no it won’t but it will end my misery when I can’t remember anything including my name in an hour,” Harry replied hopefully.
Draco filled the glass and handed it back to him. They both took their punch and quietly headed for an empty table towards the exit.
Harry wondered how much of this spiked eggnog it would take to make drunk enough to out himself to the general public. It would make this whole thing easier if he could just tell the bloody harpies (otherwise known as the Scar Head fangirls) that he liked men. They might just run off and if nothing else assuming they were not Slytherin, and maybe get them to disappear when they saw he was involved with a former deatheater.
Draco and Harry were not friends but that did not mean they were not lovers.
“How many of these will we need to drink to make out in public?” he asked Draco finally.
Draco smirked and pushed away his glass, “Potter, Potter, I don’t need any to snog you public. Next time just ask.”
Draco grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him closer, he kissed Harry and Harry a little shocked at first slowly started to respond. Neither paid attention to the shocked faces of the others in the room.
Who needed spiked eggnog anyway?
Crack in Character WWE XMas Fic for merlina30
Gen Christmas fic WWE Cena and Orton for rfg_72
Harry/Draco (HP) for kitty_fic
Richard/Jimmy (BE) for twilightthief
This should somehow feel wrong, his wife was dead and they were lying here in bed together. Jimmy looking like a lost little boy, his head on Richard’s shoulders. Richard gently holding him.
Tormented by his dead wife, his feelings for her and on her death were probably somewhat misplaced. Realistically she had cheated on him but it had not hurt the way it should have.
Maybe it was indication that she was not the only liar in their marriage. He was hurt that he was now a single father and alone.
Richard held him like Gillian used to but with the intimacy that Angela had (and maybe if Jimmy was honest with himself, his mother had too held him in such a way only with her it was extremely inappropriate).
“When does the indifference shake off?” he asked after awhile.
Richard made a sound, almost grunt-ish but it was just a noise he sometimes made when he struggled to speak. Jimmy had come to recognize it as time moved on.
At first, it was hard for him to hear, but now it was almost comforting. A sign that Richard was there and alive, that he was flawed like Jimmy but also a warrior. Fearless and brave even in the face of death.
“No,” Richard replied slowly, struggling to speak lying down, it was easier for him to get vocal chords moving when he was right side up for some reason. “The ice cold feeling gets thicker as time goes on but you forget it was ever there.”
“So I’ll never feel again?”
“You will but maybe never about her again.”
“Like your sister?” Jimmy asked finally, remembering what Angela told him.
“Yes, just like that,” Richard said gently.
Jimmy put his hand on Richard’s artificial face, holding it like it was a lifeline and answer all the same.
“Maybe I should be one with the mask,” Jimmy said before bending down and placing a kiss on Richard’s left side of his mouth.
He wanted to feel like Angela did, if her relationships were just some forbidden temptation or if there was something homosexuality truly offered. Would it feel like freedom?
Richard never responded but he did kiss back.
After a moment, Jimmy decided Ang and he had more common than he ever thought. Forgiveness was a long road ahead but perhaps not impossible after all.
Eventually, that block of ice slowly started to melt in his heart and inside it a seed for Richard was planted.
“So do I get my own Star of Bethlehem?” Dean asked bitterly with obvious sarcasm, though he knew it would probably go above Castiel’s angelic head.
“You want your own sign of being the new messiah?” Cas asked him seriously, trying to mentally decide how to best do that without causing world panic.
The people were not ready for another Jesus just yet. The potential apocalypse was enough to deal with as it was for those who knew, never mind the mass population.
Dean sighed, “No Cas. I want a freaking break. I want this angel business to end and for every last god damn angel to leave and never come back. I want Michael to die for good. And I want to vacation in freaking Cancun with hot some blonde chick when this all over.”
So did that mean that Dean did not want him around?
“Would you like me to leave?” he asked finally, he had thought the human was attached to him. That they were ‘friends’ but he had just said he wanted the angels to go away essentially. That meant Cas too.
“No! When did I even say that?” Dean demanded slightly annoyed, Cas however had no idea why he was suddenly mad.
Why were humans so confusing? A second ago he was complaining and suffering. Now he was angry at Castiel for offering to do what he asked? There was no logic to this.
“You want all the angels gone.”
Dean swore and Castiel bit back saying that it was a sin. Honestly, God did not care and neither did he but it was principal of the matter. Then again, it was Dean.
“Not you. I know you’re an angel. I just forget if that makes sense?” he posed.
The angel did not respond, honestly he did not understand what that meant but informing Dean did not seem advisable.
Castiel stepped closer to him, “I will try to be as human as possible for you.”
“Surprisingly besides the way you talk- and that incident with the stripper you almost get away with it. Even in the stupid trench,” Dean remarked half kidding, half serious. He was kind of horrible at it but who was Dean to knock Cas for it, he tried unlike some people.
Hell in some ways, he was more human than Sam was anymore.
“Is another way to make me seem more human that will please you?” Castiel asked sitting down on the bench next to him.
Dean contemplated how he wanted to answer that question.
Deciding it was not worth the effort of explaining, Dean went for it. He pulled the angel to him and kissed him somewhat harshly on the mouth, it was not romantic but it was not impassionate either. It had a spark behind it without it being overly sweet.
Castiel had no idea what to make it of it at first. In reflection, he deemed it pleasant. It ignited something in him. Deep inside, hard to give it a name but ‘fire’ was the first word that came to his mind and resonated in his bones.
“What was that for?”
“Cas,” Dean began trying to formulate what to say without having talk seriously about this, “That is the humanity you are missing and- desperately need.”
Dean got up and walked towards the Impala. Castiel did not follow. He sat at the bench until around midnight wondering if he had to kiss people to be more human if he could just kiss Dean for the rest of his stay on Earth.
Before he disappeared he made sure the stars in the sky, in particular one that was visible from the Winchester’s motel room was extra bright just like the star of Bethlehem.
Various:
“Anyone seen the tinsel?” Nattie asked from the corner, she was surrounded by brown boxes filled with ornaments.
“TINSEL,” Evan pointed towards Hornswoggle who was swimming in the box filled with it.
“I’m not getting him out of there,” Kelly Kelly added.
Hunter sighed and leaned into the box pulling the little guy out.
“Not a toy.”
Hornswoggle shrugged and ran off.
“HEY SHEAMUS YOUR LEPCHURN IS GETTING AWAY,” Cena shouted.
Sheamus who was knee deep in sawed off tree limbs smacked his forehead and started weeding his way out. Once free he went running after Hornswoggle.
“COME BACK HERE!”
The Miz was spiking the eggnog and munching on a Christmas cookie that Alicia had baked.
Alicia slapped his hand away and pointed to the tree, “Go hang some decorations up.”
“Fine, I will because I’m awesome and my decorations will be better than everyone else’s.”
Punk came into the room with a tin filled with ice and Pepsi’s.
“ANYONE WANT A DRINK?”
Steve came in and opened one up, taking a sip he said disgusted, “Piss Poor Beer.”
“That’s because it’s soda not beer.”
He looked at the can and threw it on the ground.
“Are you tryin’ to kill me boy?”
“Actually the beer will kill you,” Punk answered snidely.
Steve gave him a stone cold stunner in front of the group, causing the tin to be knocked off and soda cans to explode on the floor.
Which lead to R-Truth screaming, “FOOD FIGHT.”
Soon everyone was taking plates of food at throwing them at each other. The women hit each other with cookies, the men with hams, pies, and fruit cake.
Meanwhile, Hornswoggle hid under the table away from Sheamus who was still looking for him.
Hunter was caught in the tree limbs trying to get him free.
Big Show was hanging the Christmas Star and The Miz was decoration the tree around Hunter, wrapping tinsel around his waist.
Hunter glared and started to turn red.
The Miz laughed and shrugged, “Sorry Rudolph but we needed a big decoration for the bottom of the tree. You’re it.”
And Jillian Hall came back to visit singing ‘Deck the Halls’ on the microphone by the side door.
---
Cena and Orton:
“So what do you want for Christmas?” Randy asked looking down at his watch, he was already running late. If he wanted to go shopping before his flight, he had to go NOW.
“Dr. Dre’s greatest hits?” John teased.
That was happening between never and hell freezing.
“Sure and in the real world…” Randy replied.
If he was less of a jokester, John would have let this go but Randy was making this almost too easy to keep going.
“But that’s what I want. It’s right up there with world peace, dawg. And taking care of dying children.”
Cena made a show of trying to look serious and broken up at the idea that Randy would not get him a rap CD. In truth, he knew it was because Randy on principal refused to buy rap for anyone- even his brother who was a fan. He called it being moralistic. John called it being a music racist.
Randy groaned and gave him the viper stare for good measure, “Are you fucking with me, Cena?”
“No,” he answered meekly as possible.
Randy threw his hands up in the air and started to walk towards his rental, “FINE, I’LL GET YOUR DAMN CD.”
This was when he should let this go; too bad John never learnt that particular lesson.
“I CHANGED MY MIND, I WANT A WATCH.”
This was too easy, too clean, and way too innocent for John’s mind, Randy knew for a fact.
“Just a watch?”
“YEAH, ONE WITH BLING AND THE WORDS ‘RAPPER FOR LIFE’ ON IT,” John called from the exit door.
Okay, that told him what was going on. John was officially fucking with him. Randy was going to fix this.
“NO LAST MINUTE CHANGES?” he screamed back.
John pretended to think about it, “CONCERT TICKETS TO SEE SNOOP DAWG’S COMEBACK?”
Randy rolled his eyes.
“ANYTHING ELSE?”
“A RAP COSTUME FOR MY DOG.”
Yeah, he thought he was being funny too. Honestly, not that funny. But Randy would get to give it all back in spades.
“JUST GO WITH THE WATCH.”
Cena truthfully wanted a watch and figured Orton would do that.
-
It did not come as a surprise when Cena opened his gift to find a square box.
“You got me a watch!”
Randy snorted, “Yes, and it was even what you asked for.”
John opened the green box and saw a Kermit the Frog watch with the word ‘Yo’ coming from his mouth. He was dressed as a Moopet, bling and all.
John laughed.
“You fucking rock, dawg.”
“Call me dawg again and I’ll make sure it’s Miss Piggy and pink next time.”
Would be it considered rude if he just left? Harry Potter had saved the wizarding world, weathered the storm that followed (his adoring fans, and most hated enemies), and came out on top a free man that hated the spotlight.
So why he had accepted an invitation to his Ron’s holiday party he would never know. Especially since he knew Ron was inviting EVERYONE that had ever met him to this thing. It had become the unofficial; let’s gawk at the hermit Harry Potter party.
The only one so far that not stared, invited for a dance, or talked his ear off was Draco Malfoy. Who seemed more interested in the eggnog?
“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Harry asked approaching him cautiously.
Just because they saved each other lives did not make them friends or even people that talked to each other. Until right now when Harry was desperate to cling to the only person in the room not eyeing him.
“Spiking it with firewhiskey,” he said without a hint of embarrassment or remorse, “What’s it to you, Potter?”
Harry grinned and held out his half empty glass, “Fill me.”
Draco snorted, “Getting smashed will not take away their gazes.”
“No, no it won’t but it will end my misery when I can’t remember anything including my name in an hour,” Harry replied hopefully.
Draco filled the glass and handed it back to him. They both took their punch and quietly headed for an empty table towards the exit.
Harry wondered how much of this spiked eggnog it would take to make drunk enough to out himself to the general public. It would make this whole thing easier if he could just tell the bloody harpies (otherwise known as the Scar Head fangirls) that he liked men. They might just run off and if nothing else assuming they were not Slytherin, and maybe get them to disappear when they saw he was involved with a former deatheater.
Draco and Harry were not friends but that did not mean they were not lovers.
“How many of these will we need to drink to make out in public?” he asked Draco finally.
Draco smirked and pushed away his glass, “Potter, Potter, I don’t need any to snog you public. Next time just ask.”
Draco grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him closer, he kissed Harry and Harry a little shocked at first slowly started to respond. Neither paid attention to the shocked faces of the others in the room.
Who needed spiked eggnog anyway?