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Title: … Uhm… The fluffy Pierre/David Christmas story of doom? (No title xD)
Author: Me lyke WOAH! used_x_chemical
Rating: PG I guess o.o
Pairing: Fatman/Swallows (Haha. Get it? It’s like Batman/Robin but Pierre/David xD)
Summary: Some people don’t know how good they have it during Christmas.
A/N:
Written for the Festive Fiction Challenge on hott_baguettes, using the song ‘Feed the World’ by the Band-Aid.
Dedications: This is for vicky_lo and role_modle because they pwn my sock drawer. And my lovely husband, Rachel.
Its Christmastime
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime
Kiss.
”Pierre! Wake up! It’s Christmas!”
The sleeping vocalist opened his eyes to the face of his bassist slash lover. The younger grinned when the other’s eyes opened, kissing his lips softly as the Christmas music played out of the radio in the background.
”Mornin’, babe. Merry Christmas.” Pierre said, kissing David’s nose.
”C’mon, Pie. We’ve got to get dressed and go to Chuck and Seb’s. Then your parents’ house, then Julie’s house. Yay. Family.” David said, the last part not so enthusiastic at the thought of being around ‘Great-Great-Great Aunt So-and-So’ whom you thought died around Easter.
”Aw, My family’s always fun around Christmas, don’t worry. Last year my grandpa accidentally shot my uncle in the foot with a shotgun. Where he got it or who gave that dinosaur a gun is beyond me."
”… Pierre, I don’t want to get shot.” David said, eyes widened at the prospect of that.
”You’re fine. No guns this year; mom said so.”
”Good.”
And with that, the two crawled out of bed, Pierre going to the bathroom for his ‘business’ and a shower, David to the closet to get dressed, having showered the night before. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t obsessive compulsive. In fact, he got gross dry skin when he showered too much. And he hated having dry skin.
An hour later, they headed out the door, shivering involuntarily at the burst of cold air that hit their bodies as they exited the posh apartment building they resided in when off tour. Presents for Sebastien and Chuck in hand, the pair walked the short distance to the drummer and guitarist’s place, in a building almost identical to theirs. They had breakfast with them, swapped presents, Pierre receiving a blue shirt that read, ‘I beat Anorexia’, and David receiving a pair of zebra print pajama pants. After a run through of ‘Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer’, ‘The Little Drummer Boy’, and half of ‘Frosty the Snowman’, it was time for the bassist and vocalist to head to Pierre’s parents’ house.
Things went pretty smooth there, and at David’s sister’s house. The most exciting thing that happened was Pierre got into a fight with David’s nephew over what pie tasted the best, cherry or blueberry. Luckily, David broke the two apart before Phil, his nephew, could scratch Pierre’s eyes out or Pierre sat on the child. What? I’m not saying Pierre’s large, but Desrosiers’ have small bone structures!
After that day of excitement and presents, the two arrived back home. After changing into more comfortable clothes, they lay on the couch, David wrapped contently in Pierre’s arms. They sat in a content silence, enjoying each other’s company before David took the remote and put on some channel showing some cartoon Christmas special. After watching that for a while, David leant his head up and pecked Pierre’s chin ((A/N :chins)).
”I love you, Pierre. Merry Christmas.”
Pierre smiled down at his lover laying in his arms, kissing the top of his ebony head.
”Love you too, babe.” He replied.
As the clock struck midnight, somewhere, unknown to the pair, was a person who didn’t have the one they loved with them. Someone with no presents, the best gift they’d get this year being life.
You see, you never know how lucky you are at moments like these.
EL DONE
o.o Comment on this piece of crap and you’ll get a lovely roadkill hat for Christmas. C'mooon. I have squirrel, deer, and some lovely raccoons! Yay!
Author: Me lyke WOAH! used_x_chemical
Rating: PG I guess o.o
Pairing: Fatman/Swallows (Haha. Get it? It’s like Batman/Robin but Pierre/David xD)
Summary: Some people don’t know how good they have it during Christmas.
A/N:
Written for the Festive Fiction Challenge on hott_baguettes, using the song ‘Feed the World’ by the Band-Aid.
Dedications: This is for vicky_lo and role_modle because they pwn my sock drawer. And my lovely husband, Rachel.
Its Christmastime
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmastime, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world at Christmastime
Kiss.
”Pierre! Wake up! It’s Christmas!”
The sleeping vocalist opened his eyes to the face of his bassist slash lover. The younger grinned when the other’s eyes opened, kissing his lips softly as the Christmas music played out of the radio in the background.
”Mornin’, babe. Merry Christmas.” Pierre said, kissing David’s nose.
”C’mon, Pie. We’ve got to get dressed and go to Chuck and Seb’s. Then your parents’ house, then Julie’s house. Yay. Family.” David said, the last part not so enthusiastic at the thought of being around ‘Great-Great-Great Aunt So-and-So’ whom you thought died around Easter.
”Aw, My family’s always fun around Christmas, don’t worry. Last year my grandpa accidentally shot my uncle in the foot with a shotgun. Where he got it or who gave that dinosaur a gun is beyond me."
”… Pierre, I don’t want to get shot.” David said, eyes widened at the prospect of that.
”You’re fine. No guns this year; mom said so.”
”Good.”
And with that, the two crawled out of bed, Pierre going to the bathroom for his ‘business’ and a shower, David to the closet to get dressed, having showered the night before. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t obsessive compulsive. In fact, he got gross dry skin when he showered too much. And he hated having dry skin.
An hour later, they headed out the door, shivering involuntarily at the burst of cold air that hit their bodies as they exited the posh apartment building they resided in when off tour. Presents for Sebastien and Chuck in hand, the pair walked the short distance to the drummer and guitarist’s place, in a building almost identical to theirs. They had breakfast with them, swapped presents, Pierre receiving a blue shirt that read, ‘I beat Anorexia’, and David receiving a pair of zebra print pajama pants. After a run through of ‘Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer’, ‘The Little Drummer Boy’, and half of ‘Frosty the Snowman’, it was time for the bassist and vocalist to head to Pierre’s parents’ house.
Things went pretty smooth there, and at David’s sister’s house. The most exciting thing that happened was Pierre got into a fight with David’s nephew over what pie tasted the best, cherry or blueberry. Luckily, David broke the two apart before Phil, his nephew, could scratch Pierre’s eyes out or Pierre sat on the child. What? I’m not saying Pierre’s large, but Desrosiers’ have small bone structures!
After that day of excitement and presents, the two arrived back home. After changing into more comfortable clothes, they lay on the couch, David wrapped contently in Pierre’s arms. They sat in a content silence, enjoying each other’s company before David took the remote and put on some channel showing some cartoon Christmas special. After watching that for a while, David leant his head up and pecked Pierre’s chin ((A/N :chins)).
”I love you, Pierre. Merry Christmas.”
Pierre smiled down at his lover laying in his arms, kissing the top of his ebony head.
”Love you too, babe.” He replied.
As the clock struck midnight, somewhere, unknown to the pair, was a person who didn’t have the one they loved with them. Someone with no presents, the best gift they’d get this year being life.
You see, you never know how lucky you are at moments like these.
EL DONE
o.o Comment on this piece of crap and you’ll get a lovely roadkill hat for Christmas. C'mooon. I have squirrel, deer, and some lovely raccoons! Yay!