three Christmas ficbits
More of the simple writing for fun~ thing. These ficbits are absolutely not what I should be writing right now, but they came to me while I was in the shower (like a Christmas miracle!). They're all based on particular RP or headcanon universes, so they might not make sense to anyone but the people they're meant for. But I like having all my writing in one place, so here they are.
Matsumiya (and Bidoof/hair), PG, fluff/IDEK, 597 words; RP-verse for chelshock
Bidoof doesn't know what Christmas is, so when Magnemite pops him out of his Pokeball that morning, he noses into the master bedroom and scurries across the floor and plants himself in Owner's hair like he always does.
Owner grumbles and whines into Other Owner's neck, "Jun-kun, I think that beaver's back."
Next to him, Other Owner opens his eyes and turns his head and squints over at Bidoof. Bidoof meets his eyes, and Other Owner shows his teeth. But it's the good kind of showing his teeth -- a smile, it's called. "Merry Christmas, Bidoof," he says. Bidoof takes another chunk out of Owner's hair.
"Hnm, it's too early in the morning for me to go bald." Owner's neck tips as he arches his back and then relaxes again, snuggling in closer with Other Owner.
"Bidoof, why don't you come over here for once?"
Bidoof looks up at Other Owner in surprise. He sniffs at the air, chewing on the strands of hair in his mouth. Is Other Owner offering up his hair? His hair looks so good. Other Owner never lets him chew on his hair. Drummer did while they were on tour, but then he got mad when Bidoof accidentally cut some of the hair with his teeth. But Bidoof can't help that Drummer has very fine hair. It's fine and soft. Owner told Bidoof that he'll get to chew on Drummer's hair some more soon. Bidoof is very excited to experience Drummer's hair again. He'll be careful not to cut it this time.
Owner bobs his head up and down. "Well, Bidoof? Give it a go. Maybe that's your Christmas present."
Bidoof doesn't know what Christmas is, but he knows a present when he sees one. He totters the short distance to Other Owner's head and takes an experimental bite of the hair there. It tastes different from Owner's hair, but it isn't bad.
Other Owner giggles. "Would you mind turning around, Bidoof? I don't like having your butt in my face."
"You like having my butt in your face."
"Ew."
Bidoof reorients himself in time to see Owner grin and shift toward Other Owner to touch their lips together. A kiss. "You're so nice to Bidoof." Another kiss, and then Owner moves away to look at Bidoof. "Does it taste good, Bidoof?"
Bidoof wiggles and bites down on more hair. Other Owner giggles again, closes the distance between him and Owner again. "I thought I'd give you a break today. I don't want you going bald early."
"I thought you loved me no matter what my hair looks like." Owner juts his lower lip out. This one is called a pout.
Other Owner leans in for another kiss. "I do." And another. "But you know how much I like having my hands in your hair." And another, longer this time.
Bidoof's ears twitch as he hears the distant sounds of morning. Magnemite's letting the rest of them out of their Pokeballs: Delibird is making his way to the kitchen sink, and the tiny is one flapping and cheeping "good morning". Arbok slithers onto the couch, and Bidoof's fur stands on end automatically.
Owner and Other Owner are waking up, too. Their words are becoming fewer and fewer, their kisses longer and longer as they shift closer and closer under the rustling bedsheets. Bidoof nibbles on one last mouthful of Other Owner's hair and bows out, hopping off the bed to join his brothers and sisters downstairs.
Bidoof doesn't know what Christmas is, but he knows when love is about to happen.
Nino/Ohkura, G, fluff, 322 words; RP-verse for miquilis
"Merry Christmas, Yoshi-kun!" Nino grins triumphantly and pokes at Ohkura's arm with a card.
"Oh, Nino! Merry Christmas." Ohkura flashes him a brilliant smile, his cheeks slightly flushed, and Nino wonders briefly how much berry juice he's had to drink. "Are you enjoying the party?"
"I guess so," Nino says, shrugging casually. Ohkura smirks at him, seemingly unconvinced, and Nino nods down at the card. "Open it." He watches Ohkura's long fingers trace over the dedication (To the best drummer in the world. Or maybe in Sinnoh. Or at least in this house, at this very moment.), and Ohkura flips it open.
"This is a terrible present," Ohkura says calmly, eyes still on the arrow. "Couldn't you have just asked Jerry-san to give me a Christmas bonus?"
Nino clucks and frowns. "What are you talking about? This is your Christmas bonus." Without looking, he starts stepping backwards. Ohkura follows -- Nino knows he will, because Ohkura has a good sense of Nino's rhythm, and because the arrow says so -- and when Nino reaches out to his sides and feels the door frame around him, he stops. He grins, and Ohkura looks up at the mistletoe hanging above them.
"Shouldn't you at least sing me a drunken love song before this happens?"
Nino giggles and lifts up onto his toes to plant a soft kiss to Ohkura's cheek. When he lands on his heels again, his eyes float toward the other side of the room, where Jun is watching him carefully while nodding at something Yamapi's telling him. Nino flashes him a peace sign, and Jun rolls his eyes.
He smiles up at Ohkura again. "Merry Christmas."
"Do I still get a bonus?"
"No." They grin at each other. And with that, Nino drifts away. He's in a good mood now, and he wants to give more presents to people. Maybe he'll find Yoko and convince him that he has another disease.
Nino/Yoko, PG, fluff/humor, 617 words; roommates AU for greatfountain
Yoko sits back on his heels and waits nervously for acknowledgement. Nino is stretched lazily across the floor in front of the TV in a careless sprawl, but his smile is genuine as he turns to accept his gift. "Ah, thanks, Yoko." He sits up and shimmies around to face Yoko, nodding graciously before he appraises the bundle at his feet. He's surprisingly kind to the wrapping paper, gold with little ribbons of black streaked through it, and he doesn't make any snide remarks about the way the edges are crunched into submission and taped at frustrated odd angles.
Nino's eyes shine when he finally gets to the title, Monster Hunter Tri, and he grins up at Yoko. "So you got sick of me being better than you at your own game?"
Yoko leans forward, making a displeased noise. "I got sick of you touching my PSP all the time! I even sneezed on it several times, but did you heed my warning? No. You just had to grab-- hey! Pay attention when I'm talking to you!"
Nino nods and mumbles something about how it doesn't make Yoko look fat as he scans the back of the case.
"Well?" Anything, anything at all.
"Oh, right. Thanks," Nino says, not looking up. He gropes at the floor behind him, and his hand lands on something with a hollow tap. He puts his new game down and reaches for Yoko's present, looking satisfied as he passes it over. "Here you go. I thought it was relevant."
Yoko should know by now not to get his hopes up, but he can't help but feel disappointed when he opens up Super Mario Galaxy 2. "Relevant to what? You?"
"Relevant to Christmas, dumbass."
"We already have this! And I can't even play it! The Wii is on your side of the apartment!" Yoko scornfully, and a little woefully, eyes the worn duct tape cutting across the floor.
Nino snarls. "Of course you have to be an ungrateful barnacle on Christmas."
Yoko wants to cry a little, but he mutters a defeated "thank you" and sets the game down on the floor, tracing the lines of the title with his finger. He can see Nino's arms as they cross over his chest.
A resigned sigh. "Since I knew you'd be like this, I got you a second present."
Yoko barely looks up in time to catch the roll of duct tape that comes zipping toward his chest. He runs his thumb over the edge of the roll before looking up at Nino, confused.
"You can fix the dividing line, if you want. It's kind of lame not having anyone to annihilate in two-player games."
Yoko musters up all the grateful candor he can find (and he finds a lot, really, when it comes to something like this) and starts right away on the arduous project of peeling duct tape off the floor. Past all of the electronics, through the kitchen, even up the walls of the bath. He's almost surprised at how much tape there really is in the apartment, but he knows he shouldn't be. Nino is nothing if not thorough in his antagonism.
Several hours later, Yoko sits closer than he's ever been to the TV in their apartment -- their apartment, finally -- and watches as Nino unconsciously rubs at gummy residue on the floor near his knee. Nino looks up at him and cocks his head toward the TV. Yoko grins and scrambles to turn on the Wii.
Neither of them mentions the line of tape still cutting through Yoko's bed, but Yoko figures they don't have to talk about it. That dividing line was never really enforced anyway.
Matsumiya (and Bidoof/hair), PG, fluff/IDEK, 597 words; RP-verse for chelshock
Bidoof doesn't know what Christmas is, so when Magnemite pops him out of his Pokeball that morning, he noses into the master bedroom and scurries across the floor and plants himself in Owner's hair like he always does.
Owner grumbles and whines into Other Owner's neck, "Jun-kun, I think that beaver's back."
Next to him, Other Owner opens his eyes and turns his head and squints over at Bidoof. Bidoof meets his eyes, and Other Owner shows his teeth. But it's the good kind of showing his teeth -- a smile, it's called. "Merry Christmas, Bidoof," he says. Bidoof takes another chunk out of Owner's hair.
"Hnm, it's too early in the morning for me to go bald." Owner's neck tips as he arches his back and then relaxes again, snuggling in closer with Other Owner.
"Bidoof, why don't you come over here for once?"
Bidoof looks up at Other Owner in surprise. He sniffs at the air, chewing on the strands of hair in his mouth. Is Other Owner offering up his hair? His hair looks so good. Other Owner never lets him chew on his hair. Drummer did while they were on tour, but then he got mad when Bidoof accidentally cut some of the hair with his teeth. But Bidoof can't help that Drummer has very fine hair. It's fine and soft. Owner told Bidoof that he'll get to chew on Drummer's hair some more soon. Bidoof is very excited to experience Drummer's hair again. He'll be careful not to cut it this time.
Owner bobs his head up and down. "Well, Bidoof? Give it a go. Maybe that's your Christmas present."
Bidoof doesn't know what Christmas is, but he knows a present when he sees one. He totters the short distance to Other Owner's head and takes an experimental bite of the hair there. It tastes different from Owner's hair, but it isn't bad.
Other Owner giggles. "Would you mind turning around, Bidoof? I don't like having your butt in my face."
"You like having my butt in your face."
"Ew."
Bidoof reorients himself in time to see Owner grin and shift toward Other Owner to touch their lips together. A kiss. "You're so nice to Bidoof." Another kiss, and then Owner moves away to look at Bidoof. "Does it taste good, Bidoof?"
Bidoof wiggles and bites down on more hair. Other Owner giggles again, closes the distance between him and Owner again. "I thought I'd give you a break today. I don't want you going bald early."
"I thought you loved me no matter what my hair looks like." Owner juts his lower lip out. This one is called a pout.
Other Owner leans in for another kiss. "I do." And another. "But you know how much I like having my hands in your hair." And another, longer this time.
Bidoof's ears twitch as he hears the distant sounds of morning. Magnemite's letting the rest of them out of their Pokeballs: Delibird is making his way to the kitchen sink, and the tiny is one flapping and cheeping "good morning". Arbok slithers onto the couch, and Bidoof's fur stands on end automatically.
Owner and Other Owner are waking up, too. Their words are becoming fewer and fewer, their kisses longer and longer as they shift closer and closer under the rustling bedsheets. Bidoof nibbles on one last mouthful of Other Owner's hair and bows out, hopping off the bed to join his brothers and sisters downstairs.
Bidoof doesn't know what Christmas is, but he knows when love is about to happen.
Nino/Ohkura, G, fluff, 322 words; RP-verse for miquilis
"Merry Christmas, Yoshi-kun!" Nino grins triumphantly and pokes at Ohkura's arm with a card.
"Oh, Nino! Merry Christmas." Ohkura flashes him a brilliant smile, his cheeks slightly flushed, and Nino wonders briefly how much berry juice he's had to drink. "Are you enjoying the party?"
"I guess so," Nino says, shrugging casually. Ohkura smirks at him, seemingly unconvinced, and Nino nods down at the card. "Open it." He watches Ohkura's long fingers trace over the dedication (To the best drummer in the world. Or maybe in Sinnoh. Or at least in this house, at this very moment.), and Ohkura flips it open.
"This is a terrible present," Ohkura says calmly, eyes still on the arrow. "Couldn't you have just asked Jerry-san to give me a Christmas bonus?"
Nino clucks and frowns. "What are you talking about? This is your Christmas bonus." Without looking, he starts stepping backwards. Ohkura follows -- Nino knows he will, because Ohkura has a good sense of Nino's rhythm, and because the arrow says so -- and when Nino reaches out to his sides and feels the door frame around him, he stops. He grins, and Ohkura looks up at the mistletoe hanging above them.
"Shouldn't you at least sing me a drunken love song before this happens?"
Nino giggles and lifts up onto his toes to plant a soft kiss to Ohkura's cheek. When he lands on his heels again, his eyes float toward the other side of the room, where Jun is watching him carefully while nodding at something Yamapi's telling him. Nino flashes him a peace sign, and Jun rolls his eyes.
He smiles up at Ohkura again. "Merry Christmas."
"Do I still get a bonus?"
"No." They grin at each other. And with that, Nino drifts away. He's in a good mood now, and he wants to give more presents to people. Maybe he'll find Yoko and convince him that he has another disease.
Nino/Yoko, PG, fluff/humor, 617 words; roommates AU for greatfountain
Yoko sits back on his heels and waits nervously for acknowledgement. Nino is stretched lazily across the floor in front of the TV in a careless sprawl, but his smile is genuine as he turns to accept his gift. "Ah, thanks, Yoko." He sits up and shimmies around to face Yoko, nodding graciously before he appraises the bundle at his feet. He's surprisingly kind to the wrapping paper, gold with little ribbons of black streaked through it, and he doesn't make any snide remarks about the way the edges are crunched into submission and taped at frustrated odd angles.
Nino's eyes shine when he finally gets to the title, Monster Hunter Tri, and he grins up at Yoko. "So you got sick of me being better than you at your own game?"
Yoko leans forward, making a displeased noise. "I got sick of you touching my PSP all the time! I even sneezed on it several times, but did you heed my warning? No. You just had to grab-- hey! Pay attention when I'm talking to you!"
Nino nods and mumbles something about how it doesn't make Yoko look fat as he scans the back of the case.
"Well?" Anything, anything at all.
"Oh, right. Thanks," Nino says, not looking up. He gropes at the floor behind him, and his hand lands on something with a hollow tap. He puts his new game down and reaches for Yoko's present, looking satisfied as he passes it over. "Here you go. I thought it was relevant."
Yoko should know by now not to get his hopes up, but he can't help but feel disappointed when he opens up Super Mario Galaxy 2. "Relevant to what? You?"
"Relevant to Christmas, dumbass."
"We already have this! And I can't even play it! The Wii is on your side of the apartment!" Yoko scornfully, and a little woefully, eyes the worn duct tape cutting across the floor.
Nino snarls. "Of course you have to be an ungrateful barnacle on Christmas."
Yoko wants to cry a little, but he mutters a defeated "thank you" and sets the game down on the floor, tracing the lines of the title with his finger. He can see Nino's arms as they cross over his chest.
A resigned sigh. "Since I knew you'd be like this, I got you a second present."
Yoko barely looks up in time to catch the roll of duct tape that comes zipping toward his chest. He runs his thumb over the edge of the roll before looking up at Nino, confused.
"You can fix the dividing line, if you want. It's kind of lame not having anyone to annihilate in two-player games."
Yoko musters up all the grateful candor he can find (and he finds a lot, really, when it comes to something like this) and starts right away on the arduous project of peeling duct tape off the floor. Past all of the electronics, through the kitchen, even up the walls of the bath. He's almost surprised at how much tape there really is in the apartment, but he knows he shouldn't be. Nino is nothing if not thorough in his antagonism.
Several hours later, Yoko sits closer than he's ever been to the TV in their apartment -- their apartment, finally -- and watches as Nino unconsciously rubs at gummy residue on the floor near his knee. Nino looks up at him and cocks his head toward the TV. Yoko grins and scrambles to turn on the Wii.
Neither of them mentions the line of tape still cutting through Yoko's bed, but Yoko figures they don't have to talk about it. That dividing line was never really enforced anyway.