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promethia_tenk) wrote2010-12-13 08:13 pm
promethia_tenk) wrote2010-12-13 08:13 pm
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FIC: HAPPY FLUFFY CHRISTMAS DRABBLES
Three RIDICULOUS HAPPY FLUFFY CHRISTMAS DRABBLES set in the Leadworth AU. BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT, OK? And because everybody else is posting happy fluffy Christmas drabbles, and I wanted to be included. No previous knowledge of the Leadworth AU necessary (Amy wakes up after Big Bang 2 and discovers that Eleven and River are her parents--domestic fluff ensues).
Probably I shall write more of these as the spirit hits me.
“Doctor Song? Is this meant to look like that?”
“Rory? Is that you?” River emerged backwards out of a box of decorations. “Probably not, no . . . . What are we talking about?”
“Well . . . you should see for yourself.”
“Oh . . . oh. I’ve never seen a poinsettia do that.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.”
“I wonder if it’s dangerous . . . .” She snuck a hand out to test.
“Wha---? Don’t touch it!” Rory looked appalled.
“Well, if I wind up in hospital, maybe he’ll learn a lesson about experimental gardening.”
“Do you think so?”
Amy’s mother sighed. “One can only hope.”
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Rory furrowed his nose at the recipe book: “Amy?”
“Rory.”
“Didn’t we make these pies last year?”
“I dunno. Maybe.”
“They were terrible.”
“Were they? I don’t remember. They sound good, though.”
“We couldn’t find half of the ingredients.”
“See, look--they have little star cut-outs on top!”
“You substituted tinned peas for raisins.”
“I'm sure they taste the same once you soak them in brandy.”
“I ended up scrubbing heavy syrup off the begonia.”
“Oh yeah . . . Mum talks about that all the time. She says thanks, by the way.”
“Tell me why you want to repeat that experience.”
“Oh, where’s your sense of adventure? I’ll bet you this year we’ll be missing an entirely different set of ingredients. Look--there’s the raisins right there!”
“. . .”
Amy glared for a long beat before giving up in a huff: “Fine! I promise I’ll clean the house plants myself this time.”
“Thank you.”
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Instead of the expected comeback, River found herself embraced from behind, a slightly muffled voice nuzzled into her shoulder: “Are you done teasing me yet? May I have your permission to admire you un-mocked?”
She laughed but stopped herself quickly. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” She plucked up one of his hands to kiss his fingers consolingly. “Go right ahead. Thank you for putting up with me.”
A kiss at the base of her jaw: “I’ll forgive you if you’ll let me put tinsel in your hair.”
“What? Do you know how impossible it is to get that out?!? It took me three--” Another kiss. “Oh, alright.”
Probably I shall write more of these as the spirit hits me.
“Doctor Song? Is this meant to look like that?”
“Rory? Is that you?” River emerged backwards out of a box of decorations. “Probably not, no . . . . What are we talking about?”
“Well . . . you should see for yourself.”
“Oh . . . oh. I’ve never seen a poinsettia do that.”
“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.”
“I wonder if it’s dangerous . . . .” She snuck a hand out to test.
“Wha---? Don’t touch it!” Rory looked appalled.
“Well, if I wind up in hospital, maybe he’ll learn a lesson about experimental gardening.”
“Do you think so?”
Amy’s mother sighed. “One can only hope.”
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Rory furrowed his nose at the recipe book: “Amy?”
“Rory.”
“Didn’t we make these pies last year?”
“I dunno. Maybe.”
“They were terrible.”
“Were they? I don’t remember. They sound good, though.”
“We couldn’t find half of the ingredients.”
“See, look--they have little star cut-outs on top!”
“You substituted tinned peas for raisins.”
“I'm sure they taste the same once you soak them in brandy.”
“I ended up scrubbing heavy syrup off the begonia.”
“Oh yeah . . . Mum talks about that all the time. She says thanks, by the way.”
“Tell me why you want to repeat that experience.”
“Oh, where’s your sense of adventure? I’ll bet you this year we’ll be missing an entirely different set of ingredients. Look--there’s the raisins right there!”
“. . .”
Amy glared for a long beat before giving up in a huff: “Fine! I promise I’ll clean the house plants myself this time.”
“Thank you.”
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Instead of the expected comeback, River found herself embraced from behind, a slightly muffled voice nuzzled into her shoulder: “Are you done teasing me yet? May I have your permission to admire you un-mocked?”
She laughed but stopped herself quickly. “I’m sorry, sweetie.” She plucked up one of his hands to kiss his fingers consolingly. “Go right ahead. Thank you for putting up with me.”
A kiss at the base of her jaw: “I’ll forgive you if you’ll let me put tinsel in your hair.”
“What? Do you know how impossible it is to get that out?!? It took me three--” Another kiss. “Oh, alright.”
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the last one ;______; <33333
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<3
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It is by far my favorite holiday.
And, weirdly, I like the religious parts best, despite being an atheist. I could very well do without the gifts (I mean, they're nice too, but not essential.)
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I also love how everyone in this country plasters their windows with pictures of reindeer/snowmen/santa clause/snowflakes, despite the fact it's completely incongruous with the blazing sun and 35°C+ heat.
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X3 X3 X3
so much fluff!!! :D
<3 <3 <3
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*sails away in a pile of fluffiness to post next fluffy drabbly thing of her own*
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(Heh--kids. I remember being very picky about Christmas as a kid. Some traditions simply WERE NOT TO BE MESSED WITH. I've gone lax in my old age, though ;-)
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Some traditions simply WERE NOT TO BE MESSED WITH. I've gone lax in my old age, though ;-)
Heh, well I have not gone lax in my old age -- not about the important traditions anyway. Like proper food and not a barbeque, no matter how much my mother tries to make me change :D
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Excellent.
Like proper food and not a barbeque, no matter how much my mother tries to make me change :D
Lololol. Stand firm!
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Adorable, so adorable :D
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Thank you!
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(Because of these drabbles I'm now no longer sure whether I should focus my shipping energies on AU River/Doctor or AU Amy/Rory. I'm sure I'll find a way though!)
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Me too <3 It's so . . . fluffy! And domestic! *is a sap*
(Because of these drabbles I'm now no longer sure whether I should focus my shipping energies on AU River/Doctor or AU Amy/Rory. I'm sure I'll find a way though!)
That's nicely reassuring to hear :-) I must warn you that AU River/Doctor will probably continue to be far better written, though :-\
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(Although, if I may, you've got a where where there should be a were, while Amy's talking about the pies.)
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(Although, if I may, you've got a where where there should be a were, while Amy's talking about the pies.)
Eeee . . . thank you! Fixed. Dare I hope that my cooking writing passes the Brit test? Has my Nigella
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Best AU ever, I swear! *profound love*
Especially love the last one (naturally) - I love your Doctor/River dynamic, their *actual* happily-married-and-settled-ness and their quiet affection. ♥
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Perception field. Or, rather, I think you were pretty busy the day I posted them.
Best AU ever, I swear! *profound love*
=D I always feel a bit giddy writing it. I was going to point out its obvious deficiency (no penguins), and then I realized that I could remedy that . . .
Especially love the last one (naturally) - I love your Doctor/River dynamic, their *actual* happily-married-and-settled-ness and their quiet affection. ♥
Thank you :-) They are just such a treat to write, even more than their space equivalents.
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