Drabbles: Christmas Presents
Merry Christmas!
Covert Affairs | 157 words | PG | "Jai and Auggie, Christmas snark with a twist" for maiafire
“You’re lying,” Auggie spits and narrows his eyes into the direction he suspects Jai to be. Jai’s laugh told him that he was aiming into the right direct, but that his glare had little effect.
Jai’s voice was deceptively calm. “Why would I do that, now?”
“You know what’s on the line here. I can hear the wheels of your brain turning all the way over here - maybe you should oil them, or use them a bit better.”
Before Jai could answer, they were interrupted by Annie’s laughter. “Boys. I got you both a Venti Eggnog Latte and they’re identical sizes, so no fighting before Christmas Eve over whom the barista loves better.”
In the ensuing pause, Annie took a sip of her drink and the smell of peppermint and mocha drifted over to Auggie.
“Besides,” Annie added and the grin was loud and clear in her voice, “We all know she loves me best of all.”
Dresden Files | 100 words | R | Harry/any female | "something porny" for b-radwick
Hell’s bells, those were the last coherent thoughts Harry could remember, before his brain decided to shut down and his consciousness focused on more important things, such as the (tightwetwarm) lips wrapped around his cock.
He hadn’t expected this, but now that it was happening, protest was the last thing on his mind. Harry let his head fall back against the wall with a moan, his fingers threading through soft hair. Delicious heat engulfed him and he could barely keep his hips from bucking, from pushing deeper.
After, he pulled her close. “Best Christmas present ever.”
NCIS | 137 words | PG | Palmer, Abby, McGee, Ducky | "being buddies" for lil-1337
“Don’t worry, it’ll be okay,” Abby whispered. McGee nodded, though he looked somewhat less reassuring and reassured than Abby, possibly doubting the legality and safety of their little plan just as much as Palmer did - and only hiding it better.
Abby leaned in. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” she whispered conspiratively, “that the morgue freezers have been used for something other than their original purpose.”
Still, Palmer worried.
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Later that day, Ducky was mumbling to himself, “Now Mr Jeff Hanson, where did I put you,” file in his hands and Palmer noticed the danger too late. Ducky opened the freezer and pulled out the frozen turkey.
“Mr Palmer!” Palmer ducked his head, but the scolding he expected never came. “I do hope you were intending to invite me to the dinner you have apparently been planning.”
Original | 546 words | R | MAGIC NAVY SEALS for adela-nightmoon
They all have bruises over their bruises.
“Fuck,” Terry says. “And they say long-distance weapons and magic make this shit impersonal.”
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Law thinks long-distance weaponry is impersonal, even if it hurts, but magic, that’s up close. You need to know someone’s name, or have hair or blood to cause any specific harm. It doesn’t get much more personal than that.
Of course, Terry can use magic indiscriminately, so maybe his view’s different.
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Magic and warfare don’t go well together. There shouldn’t really be a special ops team selected more for their magical abilities than for their actual military training. Not that they don’t have enough military training to make navy seals look old, but it’s like they’re some kind of fucking magical navy seals and how stupid does that sound?
Plus, they’re not even in the navy.
Sometimes, Law worries about his own thoughts.
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Bea is their CO and if she couldn’t cast spells without muttering a fucking word, she never would’ve made it that far up the command chain. She’s a good officer, but she’s a woman and they all know that means something else to those higher up.
Not that Bea is bitter or anything.
If they were a family, Law thinks, Bea would be their fucked-up alcoholic mother. It’s not a pretty thought, but then what is.
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Lee has amazing defensive magic.
Terry tested it once, summoning a fucking fire storm while Lee was typing away on his computer and seemingly oblivious to everything. The grass around Lee was black and the tree Lee’d been leaning against down to a stump, everything burnt that wasn’t within Lee’s personal bubble. Litterally a bubble, and Law finds that a little strange, but whatever.
Lee’s defenses mean Lee stays alive, which means no one will ever find out their names, so unless they fuck up and leave hair and blood somewhere - which they don’t because how stupid do you think they are, fuck, Terry always burns everything down behind them thank you very much - no one’s going to get the magical drop on them and kill them all in their sleep.
That’s comforting.
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Law doesn’t like magic.
Give him the name of a guy on the other end of the world, ten minutes and a circle and the guy is dead. Give him binoculars, a circle and part of a guy’s name he can see and boom. Magical heart attack or a head going ‘splodey, whatever Law is in the mood for.
He used to be a sniper. Killing people without seeing them feels wrong and he’s fucking thankful Bea’s managed to keep him on the team so far. Fuck knows what the brass’d like to use him for; they’d probably look him up in a box with a circle in it and feed him names for breakfast.
Law misses the good old days when all they had were grenades and M14s and fucking bombs. Magic, it makes them all sound like a pack of queers or fucking fairies except Law doesn’t have anything against homosexuals and doesn’t give a flying fuck about DADT, so that analogy sucks.
He doesn’t have Lee-level smarts, so coming up with a better analogy will have to wait.