#christmasdrabble

[bostonxbelle]

Day 3: Christmas Drabble

Christmas was a tough subject. It wasn’t a holiday that she particularly liked to celebrate. When she was little Christmas was everything a Christmas should be at least in her eyes it was. After losing her mother Christmas was just too hard. Her mother had always made the holiday so special. Even the traditions that had passed on through her side of the family she tried to pass on to Aurora. Everything from putting a candle in the window, boxes of biscuits (you had to eat one layer at a time, you couldn’t skip), going to midnight mass, having a wreath of holly on the door, writing letters to Daidí na Nollag (Santa Claus) but there was always something so special about what went on the top of the tree. It was something that had been passed down through generations and Aurora has always loved hearing the story behind it.

This year would be different. Before Aurora would lock herself away until after Christmas was over, it was just easier that way. Once she got back together with Oliver and the two became husband and wife everything changed. They had their own traditions and she loved to decorate their home when they were home for Christmas or she would decorate and take pictures to send to him before she would leave to come on tour while she was on Christmas break from school. Her spirit had even become JOLLY. She wanted to make their time together special. She had even gotten a tree. She knew that he was in rehearsals at the moment so she wanted to do a little something to bring the Christmas spirit to the hotel room that they were staying in.

She was happily humming along to some Christmas music as she fluffed out the tree. She was completely in her own little world. She had just finished putting the lights on and the last of the ornaments. She stepped back looking at her handy work. It was missing something. She smiled softly as she looked at the box that was on the table. It had her mother’s handwriting on it, in perfect cursive.  ANGEL. This was really special. It was something that had come from Ireland through several generations. It was one of the few things that Aurora had been able to keep that belonged to her mother. It had been years since she had opened the box but she figured that now was as good a time as any. The tree was definitely a lot taller than she was. She got a little teary eyed as she opened the box and held the angel in her hands. It still looked the same as it did the last time her mother had put it on the top of the tree.

She went to the little step stool that she had been using. She smiled as she went up the stool and gently set it on top of the tree. Making sure that it was secure she took a few steps back and admired her handy work. As she did, she felt a pair of arms circle around her waist. Smiling she leaned back and looked up at him.  “Looks like someone got busy while I was gone.” She nodded her head in response. “Even though we aren’t home I just wanted us to have a little bit of Christmas magic here with us.” She turned to face him. “What else have you been up to while I was gone?” She smirked, a playful glint was present in her eyes. “Nothing….nothing at all.” He laughed. “I know you better than you think I do, Mrs. Hendrix. You are up to something.” “I am not up to anything. I swear, Mr. Hendrix.” He shook his head. “Now I know you are definitely up to something.” She smirked as they stood in the doorway to the little living area of their hotel room. “Look up.”

“How did you get that up there?” She leaned in closer. “ I had some help.Would it would be wrong if we wasted that mistletoe?” He shook his head. “You are lucky that I..” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before she pressed her lips to his. She pulled back slowly. “Now what were you saying?” “You know I don’t remember….someone distracted me.” She pressed her forehead against his. “Oh really?” “Don’t play innocent with me.” “Who said I was innocent?” He smiled. “Good point….maybe we should..” She put a finger to his lips. “Just kiss me.” 

[theblxckdalia]

—𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 ❁ཻུ۪۪⸙͎

The Christmas season was already there, you could feel it in the air, the magic, the cold and the new hopes that were being felt. Without a doubt, it was the happiest time of the year and with it the tangible gifts that symbolized an act of love and appreciation. But this was different for Vinsmoke Sanji who had a more special way of showing affection and love. This year he planned to help out in the shelters, cooking hot and delicious food for the less fortunate of every island he was on, he also planned to give them the clothes he no longer used and thick blankets for the winter. For the little ones, they would dress up together with their captain as Santa and his assistant to distribute gifts made by Usopp and Franky, wrapped by Robin and Nami and of course, each gift had a sweet cane put on by Chopper, although they had to give them two or three because of how much he loved candy.

Like many of his crewmates, he had a pretty tough childhood and he knew that his nakamas would understand the blonde's desire on wanting to brighten the lives of these people, he didn't care if the children stole or if the adults had killed, they were criminals or whatever, no one deserves to be left hungry, besides what did they know if an act of charity like that was enough to get them back on the right track? You never knew.

It broke his heart to have to see people in poverty in the streets, it did not lack of those bullies who wanted to undo Sanji's work to which he and Luffy were in charge of giving them their deserved beatings "They will not take away or do anything to anyone while I'm here".

On each island they brought a ray of joy to how many people they could help, sometimes when there were no more toys to give away, they lent themselves to repair them by the same hands that built and contributed to the happiness of the children, they let the children play as pirates in the Thousand Sunny together with Chopper, Luffy and Usopp. When it was time to leave, Sanji gave them a box with sweets prepared by himself, saying goodbye with a hug.

Of all the good things he has done for people, this filled his heart and it was the most gratifying since he did it with his nakamas who he was sure that this experience has made them happy in the same way as him.

[wearecylons-blog]

#2nd of December - 2nd Roslin/Adama-drabble-special ❤️

The only thing that was missing was a fireplace.

Apart from that, the place looked incredibly cosy now with its piles of books, rugs and a dozen candles bathing the room in warm light, and one would actually not have guessed that they were on a ship, a Battlestar, after all.

They were both curled up on the couch, Laura on one end, Bill on the other, feet touching in the middle. Both of them were reading a book and occasionally exchanged glances over the rims of their glasses, smiling tenderly at each other.

After a while, Bill lowered one hand and started to gently massage her feet, but flinched slightly when he discovered they were cold.

“C'mere,“ he mumbled and put his book on the coffee table. Laura, who didn't need any further encouragement, also put down her book and glasses, pulled the blanket over the two of them and was now curling into him, her arm resting on his chest.

With a contented smile, Bill put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, inhaling her scent, and pressed a gentle kiss to her bare scalp. Laura hummed happily against his chest and closed her eyes, enjoying his warm, firm body next to hers.

If she could have, she would have crawled inside him and remained there forever, being as close to him as possible. Instead, she listened to his steady heartbeat which slowly lulled her to sleep while Bill continued to tenderly stroke the soft skin of her cheek, listening to her deep and regular breaths.

link AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8716885/chapters/20004583

[wearecylons-blog]

Aaaand our first #BSGAdventCalendar drabble (did we mention they were going to be L/B centred? - well, now you know  😉 )

“You gotta be kidding me, Bill,“ Laura said with an exasperated sigh, standing at the entrance of their house, looking at him and the package he was holding in his hands.

“Why, Laura? Oh come on, it's gonna be freezing cold out there soon!“ To prove his point, it had started to snow just that very minute. With a triumphant smile, he held the package up again. “See? And I even got a discount.“

Laura squinted at the picture at the front of the package. She had left her glasses on her desk when she had rushed to get the door when the bell hadn't stopped ringing – and had ended up slightly annoyed when she found her husband standing there with a lopsided grin, mumbling something about having misplaced his keys.

“Still – you're really asking me to put a giant bird house in our front yard?“ He nodded in approval, sensing that he might win this round.

Slowly, Laura took a step towards him, took the package out of his hands and placed it next to the door. “Alright. But don't expect me to feed those birds with sunflower seeds every day. That's your responsibility, am I making myself clear?“ He replied with a curt nod. “Yes, Sir“.

She mockingly raised her eyebrows and leaned over to kiss one of his where a snowflake had just landed.

“Well, then let's get you inside now, it really is freezing out here.“

link AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8716885/chapters/19984717