Christmas Comment!fics

[soera]

Merry Christmas, everyone!

Sometimes I write seasonal fics for various events. This Christmas, I thought I’d do something different instead.

I’m taking prompts for ficlets in any of the fandoms listed below. Please have a look at what I will/won’t write for each fandom before making your requests.

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[soera]

[Totally just wikied the festival, hope it still works? And um, Naomi's not really part of the fic, but she's the reason for it, shall we say. =D]

and on earth peace

“At least we’re not actually sacrificing animals?” Blair says, petting Jim’s shoulder.

Jim lifted an eloquent finger without looking up.

“You like meat,” Blair says. “The smell shouldn’t be bothering you.”

“I don’t know if it escaped your notice, Chief,” Jim says. “But I don’t eat raw meat, and that’s what the entire house smells like now.”

“Well,” Blair says. “Um. Embrace your inner panther?”

Jim growls. Blair decides against saying that that wasn’t exactly what he was thinking of.

“So,” Blair says hesitantly.

Jim groans and attempts to burrow further under his pillow. “There’s more?” he asks plaintively.

“Well,” Blair says. “Just one more little ritual. Naomi’s putting butter on the doorjambs.”

Jim counts off a few beats of silence. “Of course,” he says. “And the point of this is?”

“Well, it’s for the goddess to eat,” Blair says. “She travels around bringing greenery back - she’s the goddess of spring, essentially - and the butter’s for her to eat, to regain her strength so she can go on travelling.”

Jim sighs and turns over, giving up the attempt to smother himself with his own pillow. “Right,” he says, scrubbing his hand over his scalp. After a moment, he crooks a tiny smile at Blair. “Like Santa and his cookies.”

Blair grins. “Don’t let Naomi hear you say that,” he says. “She takes the festival of Beiwe very seriously.” His smile fades after a moment and he adds, “I’m sorry, man, I know it can’t be easy having her here in the house, but she’ll be gone before Christmas and -”

Jim hauls Blair closer, curling against Blair’s side. “She’s your mom,” he says. “It’s okay. Just - wake me up when she’s done buttering the door.”

“Sure,” Blair says after a moment. “And thanks.”

Jim makes a sleepy sound of acknowledgement and then drops off. Blair watches him, listens to the sound of his mother humming under her breath, smells the meat and butter, and his senses may not be as sharp as Jim’s, but he doesn’t care because right now he’s the most comfortable he’s ever been in his life.

[doves_wing]

Hahah, thanks ^_^