Merry Almost-Christmas!
I can't really believe that this is the last Drabble Day of our 9th season. Where did the time go? It's the last day of Hanukkah after just having the last *night* of Hanukkah, it's the fourth day of Pancha Ganapati, it's Christmas Eve... I'm utterly unready for everything that I still need to do for my family, but on the plus side, I'm ready to go with the Exchange & Drabble Day Reveals, for the first time in probably ever! :-)
We have four Drabbles today, one illustrated, and honestly, only two other pieces of art that were explicitly for Christmas Eve, so I threw in a few more that seem plausible enough. :-) The first ficlet is gen, the next says "pre-slash" but I'm the sort that would call it slash, the last two are marked as slash.
Title: All I Want for Christmas
Type: Gen
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 364
Summary: Blair wants everyone from the station to come to the loft for Christmas Eve. Jim doesn’t really like the idea, or so he says.
Warnings: Sappy
All I Want for Christmas
Blair had been telling Jim for a month that he wished he could have everyone over to the loft for Christmas Eve dessert and gift exchange. Jim told Blair that it wasn’t going to work and Blair finally just gave up.
On Christmas Eve, Blair was baking some pies for the neighbors when Jim got home from work.
“Hi Chief, it smells great in here. What are you up to?”
“You had mentioned making a pie for each of the neighbors, so that’s what I’m doing. I want you to know that I’m not delivering them by myself,” Blair ranted.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to deliver any of them, Blair.”
Blair didn’t understand but knew that Jim would explain. He looked at the counter tops and saw he had eleven pies and he was just waiting for them to cool off. There was a knock at the door while Jim went in to wash his hands. Blair went to answer it and was shocked to see Simon, Joel, Megan, Henri, Rafe, Rhonda and Dan Wolfe standing in his hallway.
“Merry Christmas, Blair. We’re here for dessert and gift exchange,” Simon stated as he pushed his way into the loft.
Blair was so confused. Jim walked out and said, “All you wanted for Christmas was this, so this is what you got. That’s why I asked you to make the pies.”
Blair hugged Jim and stepped back and was quite moved. “This is so wonderful. I love family and friends on Christmas Eve. Why couldn’t you tell me, man?”
“Because it was a surprise, you silly goose.”
“Thank you, Jim. This was exactly what I needed.”
“You’re welcome, Blair. And now you can stop giving me dirty looks all night long,” Jim teased.
“You’re in big trouble, mister,” Blair joked back.
Simon walked up and said, “We have things to bring up, want to help us, Blair?”
“I sure do,” Blair said happily and knew this was going to be a wonderful Christmas Eve.
Title: Do You Believe in Magic?
Type: Pre-slash
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 437
Summary: Blair is having feelings for Jim and doesn’t know exactly what to do with them.
Do You Believe in Magic?
When I met Jim for the first time, it was like magic in the air. I knew immediately that he was extraordinary. Something seemed very different because I seemed to have feelings, deep feelings, for the man. And not because he’s a Sentinel. That magic is still in the air and in my heart. I wish I could talk to him about it. I’m making myself a promise to tell him exactly how I feel tonight. Tonight is Christmas Eve and what a fantastic night to get thrown out of the loft, right? Seriously, I don’t think he would throw me out, but I think the dynamic between us will change if he knows I’m in love with him. I can hear myself now, “Merry Christmas, Jim and by the way, I love you.”
Jim cleared his throat in the doorway and I realized I had said all this out loud. Blushing will become a fine art for me, because I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
Jim doesn’t move, he just stands in the doorway and my worst fear is happening. Our dynamic is changing already.
“How long, Chief?”
I shake my head and wonder why he’s asking that and I finally admit, “Since I met you.”
He finally leaves the doorway and shuts the door behind him. He’s heading over to me and I don’t know what to expect, but then I see his eyes are happy. He’s fucking happy.
“I love you, too, Chief.”
I am embarrassed to say how quickly I threw myself into his arms. The kiss that followed was pure magic and I knew he loved me as much as I did him.
When Jim finally pulled away from the kiss, he asked, “Why did we wait so long?”
“We didn’t believe in magic, man. Christmas Eve is pure magic and now I believe.”
“Merry Christmas, Blair.”
“Merry Christmas, Jim. I love you so much. Is it just me or do you feel the magic in the air?”
Jim pulled me back into his arms and said, “I feel more than magic, if you know what I mean.”
I grinned wildly at him and asked, “Should we take this upstairs?”
He didn’t answer, he just took my hand in his and led the way. Once we were naked, I forgot about everything. It was indeed pure magic.
Merry Christmas.
I can't help but imagine some sort of story here that explains why the hat isn't on anyone's head,
involving some sort of Christmas Eve shenanigans... :-) -- ainm
And yeah, my brain is imagining more Christmas Eve shenanigans here -- look at that face! ;-) -- ainm
Title:A Visit from…The In Law
Type: Slash
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
A Visit from... The In Law
Jim cautiously entered the loft, deliberately dialing down his sense of smell. Naomi was visiting. Jim still remembered Naomi’s first visit when she had burned sage to “get rid of the negative energy.” Blair had told her on that visit that Jim was allergic to sage, so she probably wouldn’t burn sage, but Jim wasn’t sure she might not try a substitute.
“Hi Jim,” Naomi looked over and smiled, before pushing the couch a bit to the left.
“Hi Jim,” Blair’s voice echoed from near the balcony doors where he was bent down, sliding a large, potted Balsam Fir across the floor.
“Hi Naomi, ah, Blair what is that?”
Blair stood as Naomi answered, “A live Christmas Tree. I don’t follow any organized religion, and Blair was raised Jewish to understand his roots, but when Blair told me you were making a Christmas Eve dinner, and I saw there was no tree in the loft, I called a friend who provides potted trees. After New Year’s, he’ll take it back and plant it. So much better than killing a tree, don’t you agree?”
Jim nodded, numbly, as Naomi handed Blair a large bag filled with lights and ornaments.
“I’ve made some eggnog. The two of you can drink it as you decorate the tree. Imagine your first Christmas together.”
“Naomi, Blair’s lived here two years.”
“Of course, but this is your first Christmas as a couple.”
Jim turned and looked at her in surprise.
“A mother knows these things, Jim. And I know Blair is happy.” She smiled at her son before glancing at the tree. “Maybe, I should invite my friend, Moonbeam, and ask her to come and bless the tree. She is a practicing Druid. We’ll all need to wear robes. I hope I have one with me,” she added, as an afterthought.
“Druid!” Jim repeated, woodenly and glared at Blair.
Blair pushed back his hair as he stared at Jim’s rigid posture. “Maybe, we shouldn’t invite Moonbeam,” Blair suggested. “I don’t think Jim is quite ready for her.”
Naomi “tsked” and walked past Jim into the kitchen, taking down a bottle of brandy and liberally adding some to the creamy mixture. Coming back by the tree, she handed each of them a glass. “If it would make you uncomfortable…” she didn’t finish the statement, but smiled. “You two decorate the tree and I’ll make the Christmas Eve dinner. I’m already seasoning the roast.”
Blair smiled at how easily his mother agreed to forgo a Druid blessing and gave Naomi a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for understanding, Naomi.” She nodded and went to work in the kitchen as Blair handed Jim the lights.
Shaking his head, suspecting he had somehow sidestepped a minefield, Jim began working on the tree.
They finished decorating just before dinner and were laughing, enjoying each other’s company, when Naomi opened a bottle of champagne. Joining them, she held up her glass. “To my son and my son-in law,” she toasted. “Merry Christmas.”
Title: Christmas Eve At Simon's
Type: Established Relationship
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Summary: It's an ugly sweater contest surprise!
Christmas Eve At Simon's
"Jim, we have this in the bag, man."
"I still feel like an idiot with these antlers on my head."
"Oh man, those antlers and my shelf elf are gonna be why we are gonna win."
"If you say so, Sandburg."
They rang the bell to Simon's door and were greeted by the host himself. Simon was wearing a nice red button down shirt. No ugly sweater for him.
"Well, well, well, gentlemen welcome to my Christmas Eve party. You guys are looking kind of festive." Simon started laughing and bowed and guided them in with his arm.
Much to Jim's horror, no one else was wearing ugly Christmas sweaters.
"What the heck? Sandburg, you said everyone was going to be wearing these stupid ugly sweaters."
"Ooops! I guess I kind of obfuscated a bit on that information didn't I." Blair began smirking.
"You and your little elf on a shelf think this is funny?" Jim smiled evilly at Blair.
"Yup, sure do."
"Wait until I get your ass home. I'll take care of you and your pretty little elf on a shelf."
"Ohhhh, I can't wait!" Blair bounced up and down on his feet.
"Sure smart guy, wait until you can't sit down for a week. I'll get you for this Sandburg."
"Promises, promises."
We have four Drabbles today, one illustrated, and honestly, only two other pieces of art that were explicitly for Christmas Eve, so I threw in a few more that seem plausible enough. :-) The first ficlet is gen, the next says "pre-slash" but I'm the sort that would call it slash, the last two are marked as slash.
Title: All I Want for Christmas
Type: Gen
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 364
Summary: Blair wants everyone from the station to come to the loft for Christmas Eve. Jim doesn’t really like the idea, or so he says.
Warnings: Sappy
All I Want for Christmas
Blair had been telling Jim for a month that he wished he could have everyone over to the loft for Christmas Eve dessert and gift exchange. Jim told Blair that it wasn’t going to work and Blair finally just gave up.
On Christmas Eve, Blair was baking some pies for the neighbors when Jim got home from work.
“Hi Chief, it smells great in here. What are you up to?”
“You had mentioned making a pie for each of the neighbors, so that’s what I’m doing. I want you to know that I’m not delivering them by myself,” Blair ranted.
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to deliver any of them, Blair.”
Blair didn’t understand but knew that Jim would explain. He looked at the counter tops and saw he had eleven pies and he was just waiting for them to cool off. There was a knock at the door while Jim went in to wash his hands. Blair went to answer it and was shocked to see Simon, Joel, Megan, Henri, Rafe, Rhonda and Dan Wolfe standing in his hallway.
“Merry Christmas, Blair. We’re here for dessert and gift exchange,” Simon stated as he pushed his way into the loft.
Blair was so confused. Jim walked out and said, “All you wanted for Christmas was this, so this is what you got. That’s why I asked you to make the pies.”
Blair hugged Jim and stepped back and was quite moved. “This is so wonderful. I love family and friends on Christmas Eve. Why couldn’t you tell me, man?”
“Because it was a surprise, you silly goose.”
“Thank you, Jim. This was exactly what I needed.”
“You’re welcome, Blair. And now you can stop giving me dirty looks all night long,” Jim teased.
“You’re in big trouble, mister,” Blair joked back.
Simon walked up and said, “We have things to bring up, want to help us, Blair?”
“I sure do,” Blair said happily and knew this was going to be a wonderful Christmas Eve.
Title: Do You Believe in Magic?
Type: Pre-slash
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 437
Summary: Blair is having feelings for Jim and doesn’t know exactly what to do with them.
Do You Believe in Magic?
When I met Jim for the first time, it was like magic in the air. I knew immediately that he was extraordinary. Something seemed very different because I seemed to have feelings, deep feelings, for the man. And not because he’s a Sentinel. That magic is still in the air and in my heart. I wish I could talk to him about it. I’m making myself a promise to tell him exactly how I feel tonight. Tonight is Christmas Eve and what a fantastic night to get thrown out of the loft, right? Seriously, I don’t think he would throw me out, but I think the dynamic between us will change if he knows I’m in love with him. I can hear myself now, “Merry Christmas, Jim and by the way, I love you.”
Jim cleared his throat in the doorway and I realized I had said all this out loud. Blushing will become a fine art for me, because I have never been so embarrassed in my life.
Jim doesn’t move, he just stands in the doorway and my worst fear is happening. Our dynamic is changing already.
“How long, Chief?”
I shake my head and wonder why he’s asking that and I finally admit, “Since I met you.”
He finally leaves the doorway and shuts the door behind him. He’s heading over to me and I don’t know what to expect, but then I see his eyes are happy. He’s fucking happy.
“I love you, too, Chief.”
I am embarrassed to say how quickly I threw myself into his arms. The kiss that followed was pure magic and I knew he loved me as much as I did him.
When Jim finally pulled away from the kiss, he asked, “Why did we wait so long?”
“We didn’t believe in magic, man. Christmas Eve is pure magic and now I believe.”
“Merry Christmas, Blair.”
“Merry Christmas, Jim. I love you so much. Is it just me or do you feel the magic in the air?”
Jim pulled me back into his arms and said, “I feel more than magic, if you know what I mean.”
I grinned wildly at him and asked, “Should we take this upstairs?”
He didn’t answer, he just took my hand in his and led the way. Once we were naked, I forgot about everything. It was indeed pure magic.
Merry Christmas.
I can't help but imagine some sort of story here that explains why the hat isn't on anyone's head,
involving some sort of Christmas Eve shenanigans... :-) -- ainm
And yeah, my brain is imagining more Christmas Eve shenanigans here -- look at that face! ;-) -- ainm
Title:A Visit from…The In Law
Type: Slash
Rating: G
Word Count: 500
A Visit from... The In Law
Jim cautiously entered the loft, deliberately dialing down his sense of smell. Naomi was visiting. Jim still remembered Naomi’s first visit when she had burned sage to “get rid of the negative energy.” Blair had told her on that visit that Jim was allergic to sage, so she probably wouldn’t burn sage, but Jim wasn’t sure she might not try a substitute.
“Hi Jim,” Naomi looked over and smiled, before pushing the couch a bit to the left.
“Hi Jim,” Blair’s voice echoed from near the balcony doors where he was bent down, sliding a large, potted Balsam Fir across the floor.
“Hi Naomi, ah, Blair what is that?”
Blair stood as Naomi answered, “A live Christmas Tree. I don’t follow any organized religion, and Blair was raised Jewish to understand his roots, but when Blair told me you were making a Christmas Eve dinner, and I saw there was no tree in the loft, I called a friend who provides potted trees. After New Year’s, he’ll take it back and plant it. So much better than killing a tree, don’t you agree?”
Jim nodded, numbly, as Naomi handed Blair a large bag filled with lights and ornaments.
“I’ve made some eggnog. The two of you can drink it as you decorate the tree. Imagine your first Christmas together.”
“Naomi, Blair’s lived here two years.”
“Of course, but this is your first Christmas as a couple.”
Jim turned and looked at her in surprise.
“A mother knows these things, Jim. And I know Blair is happy.” She smiled at her son before glancing at the tree. “Maybe, I should invite my friend, Moonbeam, and ask her to come and bless the tree. She is a practicing Druid. We’ll all need to wear robes. I hope I have one with me,” she added, as an afterthought.
“Druid!” Jim repeated, woodenly and glared at Blair.
Blair pushed back his hair as he stared at Jim’s rigid posture. “Maybe, we shouldn’t invite Moonbeam,” Blair suggested. “I don’t think Jim is quite ready for her.”
Naomi “tsked” and walked past Jim into the kitchen, taking down a bottle of brandy and liberally adding some to the creamy mixture. Coming back by the tree, she handed each of them a glass. “If it would make you uncomfortable…” she didn’t finish the statement, but smiled. “You two decorate the tree and I’ll make the Christmas Eve dinner. I’m already seasoning the roast.”
Blair smiled at how easily his mother agreed to forgo a Druid blessing and gave Naomi a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for understanding, Naomi.” She nodded and went to work in the kitchen as Blair handed Jim the lights.
Shaking his head, suspecting he had somehow sidestepped a minefield, Jim began working on the tree.
They finished decorating just before dinner and were laughing, enjoying each other’s company, when Naomi opened a bottle of champagne. Joining them, she held up her glass. “To my son and my son-in law,” she toasted. “Merry Christmas.”
Title: Christmas Eve At Simon's
Type: Established Relationship
Rating: PG
Word Count: 215
Summary: It's an ugly sweater contest surprise!
Christmas Eve At Simon's
"Jim, we have this in the bag, man."
"I still feel like an idiot with these antlers on my head."
"Oh man, those antlers and my shelf elf are gonna be why we are gonna win."
"If you say so, Sandburg."
They rang the bell to Simon's door and were greeted by the host himself. Simon was wearing a nice red button down shirt. No ugly sweater for him.
"Well, well, well, gentlemen welcome to my Christmas Eve party. You guys are looking kind of festive." Simon started laughing and bowed and guided them in with his arm.
Much to Jim's horror, no one else was wearing ugly Christmas sweaters.
"What the heck? Sandburg, you said everyone was going to be wearing these stupid ugly sweaters."
"Ooops! I guess I kind of obfuscated a bit on that information didn't I." Blair began smirking.
"You and your little elf on a shelf think this is funny?" Jim smiled evilly at Blair.
"Yup, sure do."
"Wait until I get your ass home. I'll take care of you and your pretty little elf on a shelf."
"Ohhhh, I can't wait!" Blair bounced up and down on his feet.
"Sure smart guy, wait until you can't sit down for a week. I'll get you for this Sandburg."
"Promises, promises."