Happy Advent, ladylark77!
Title - Christmas Cards
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~370
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Charlie
Warnings - Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Harry drives a hard bargain when it comes to the festive season
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #1 Snuggle of my mission_insane Themed Table: Quotes
Advent Drabble for ladylark77!
"On the first day of Advent my true love gave to me, a stack of cards and a brand new quill."
Charlie rolled his eyes at the amended Christmas Carol. He didn't begrudge Harry enjoying the holiday season in a manner akin to most five years old, but there were times when Harry's incessant cheerfulness and need to do absolutely everything even vaguely Christmas-related caused Charlie grief. Christmas shopping was one such instance, as was making mince pies. Though at least that normally ended in make-up sex. But writing the Christmas cards was just plain dull. "You know there are charms to do this, right?"
"It's fun, making a list of who to send cards to, and writing them out, personalising them."
Charlie snorted. "You never personalise them. Dear So-and-So, Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, Much Love, Harry and Charlie. I could write that in my sleep."
"Then it won't be difficult to write the cards with me, will it?" Harry already had three done, and Charlie tried to remember when his clumsy lover had learned to multitask so efficiently. Probably in bed. The best skills were learned in bed.
Charlie knew when he was beaten, and pulled one of the many sheets of parchment towards him, starting with two names he recognised as one of Harry's Auror colleagues and his wife, and writing out a card to them. Addressing the envelope and sealing the card inside, Charlie put his quill down. "Is it time for a brew, yet?"
"No. If you do fifty cards you can have a brew."
"That's a crap incentive."
"Fine, you can have a brew and a snuggle."
Charlie smirked, stretching his leg out under the table and running the arch of his foot up Harry's calf. "What if I do a hundred cards?"
"How cheap do you think I am?" Harry looked up, eyes twinkling, and pushed the entire stack of cards over to Charlie. "If you do all the cards while I go and wrap presents, I'll let you have one of your Christmas presents early."
"Is it a good present?"
Harry winked. "It involves ribbons and a Santa hat."
"Deal!"
Author - softly_sweetly
Beta - None, mistakes are mine alone
Rating - PG13
Word Count - ~370
Characters/Pairings - Harry/Charlie
Warnings - Fluff
Disclaimer - I own nothing but the plot lines. I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story. All characters depicted in sexual situations herein are above the age of consent.
Summary - Harry drives a hard bargain when it comes to the festive season
Author's Notes - Written for prompt #1 Snuggle of my mission_insane Themed Table: Quotes
Advent Drabble for ladylark77!
"On the first day of Advent my true love gave to me, a stack of cards and a brand new quill."
Charlie rolled his eyes at the amended Christmas Carol. He didn't begrudge Harry enjoying the holiday season in a manner akin to most five years old, but there were times when Harry's incessant cheerfulness and need to do absolutely everything even vaguely Christmas-related caused Charlie grief. Christmas shopping was one such instance, as was making mince pies. Though at least that normally ended in make-up sex. But writing the Christmas cards was just plain dull. "You know there are charms to do this, right?"
"It's fun, making a list of who to send cards to, and writing them out, personalising them."
Charlie snorted. "You never personalise them. Dear So-and-So, Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, Much Love, Harry and Charlie. I could write that in my sleep."
"Then it won't be difficult to write the cards with me, will it?" Harry already had three done, and Charlie tried to remember when his clumsy lover had learned to multitask so efficiently. Probably in bed. The best skills were learned in bed.
Charlie knew when he was beaten, and pulled one of the many sheets of parchment towards him, starting with two names he recognised as one of Harry's Auror colleagues and his wife, and writing out a card to them. Addressing the envelope and sealing the card inside, Charlie put his quill down. "Is it time for a brew, yet?"
"No. If you do fifty cards you can have a brew."
"That's a crap incentive."
"Fine, you can have a brew and a snuggle."
Charlie smirked, stretching his leg out under the table and running the arch of his foot up Harry's calf. "What if I do a hundred cards?"
"How cheap do you think I am?" Harry looked up, eyes twinkling, and pushed the entire stack of cards over to Charlie. "If you do all the cards while I go and wrap presents, I'll let you have one of your Christmas presents early."
"Is it a good present?"
Harry winked. "It involves ribbons and a Santa hat."
"Deal!"