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arenee1999Ok, so I was looking through some of my older posts and found this. I just had to do some more of them, in other fandoms.
To make your own bad!fic drabbles go here. They really are quite bad (and they don't make a lot of sense in a few places). Hahahaha!
To make your own bad!fic drabbles go here. They really are quite bad (and they don't make a lot of sense in a few places). Hahahaha!
Shiny Lang Syne
Avon sipped sharply at his drink and stood shiny behind a blanket. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel soft and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how bright his arm got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Avon knew very well why he was at the party: to see Vila.
Ah, Vila. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his dark chest made Avon's heart beat like a cat with a bowl of cream.
But tonight everyone was masked. Avon peered quietly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Vila. There, he thought, the man over by the cup, the beautiful one with the dog mask. It had to be Vila. No one else could look so sharp, even in a dog mask.
He began to walk Avon's way and Avon started to panic. What if he actually talked to Avon?
Vila came right up to Avon and Avon thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Vila said quickly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the chair," Avon said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so lovely.
Just then, a shimmering voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Avon's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Vila might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Vila swept Avon into his arms, bent him on the ground, and kissed Avon softly, slipping him the tongue and groping his leg.
Avon could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out darkly and pulled Vila's mask off his face. It was Vila! "I knew it was you," Avon said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Vila said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Avon watched him go. He would be right back, Avon was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
Avon sipped sharply at his drink and stood shiny behind a blanket. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel soft and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how bright his arm got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Avon knew very well why he was at the party: to see Vila.
Ah, Vila. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his dark chest made Avon's heart beat like a cat with a bowl of cream.
But tonight everyone was masked. Avon peered quietly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Vila. There, he thought, the man over by the cup, the beautiful one with the dog mask. It had to be Vila. No one else could look so sharp, even in a dog mask.
He began to walk Avon's way and Avon started to panic. What if he actually talked to Avon?
Vila came right up to Avon and Avon thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Vila said quickly. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the chair," Avon said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so lovely.
Just then, a shimmering voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Avon's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Vila might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Vila swept Avon into his arms, bent him on the ground, and kissed Avon softly, slipping him the tongue and groping his leg.
Avon could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out darkly and pulled Vila's mask off his face. It was Vila! "I knew it was you," Avon said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Vila said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Avon watched him go. He would be right back, Avon was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.
A Shiny Occurrence
The Doctor paced up and down, jiggling his arm. His very good friend, Mary Sue Kilt, had arranged to meet him here on a planet. "I have something glistening to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Kilt was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, the Doctor expected to see her bounce up, her sharp hair streaming behind her and her lovely eyes aglow.
The Doctor heard footsteps, but they seemed rather soft for a delicate and bright girl like Mary Sue Kilt, whose tread was hard. He turned around and found Jamie staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Jamie said softly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
The Doctor had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so darkly. "Mary Sue Kilt asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Jamie, his leg began to throb quietly.
"Oh," Jamie said, hurriedly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," the Doctor said and caught Jamie by his chest. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Jamie said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a dog guarding a bone.
From behind a key, Mary Sue Kilt watched with a shimmering light in her beautiful eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "The Doctor/Jamie". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the cat from extinction.
The Doctor paced up and down, jiggling his arm. His very good friend, Mary Sue Kilt, had arranged to meet him here on a planet. "I have something glistening to tell you," she had said.
Mary Sue Kilt was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, the Doctor expected to see her bounce up, her sharp hair streaming behind her and her lovely eyes aglow.
The Doctor heard footsteps, but they seemed rather soft for a delicate and bright girl like Mary Sue Kilt, whose tread was hard. He turned around and found Jamie staring at him.
"What are you doing here?" Jamie said softly. "I thought you said you didn't want to see me again."
The Doctor had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so darkly. "Mary Sue Kilt asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Jamie, his leg began to throb quietly.
"Oh," Jamie said, hurriedly. "I'll just go then."
"Wait," the Doctor said and caught Jamie by his chest. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"Yes," Jamie said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a dog guarding a bone.
From behind a key, Mary Sue Kilt watched with a shimmering light in her beautiful eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "The Doctor/Jamie". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the cat from extinction.
The Miracle Of The Cat
Blake hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. He loathed it.
Every December, Blake would feel himself getting all shiny inside. He refused to put up a Christmas blanket, he snapped at anyone shimmering enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Blake had to go to the mall to buy a sharp hat. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing softly around and so much Christmas music blaring quietly, he thought his cheek would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a soft man collecting for charity. Blake never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the soft man dropped his bells and ran on the ground. There was a bright cat right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the soft man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Blake rushed out and hurriedly pushed them both out of the way. There was a hard bang and then everything went dark.
When Blake woke up, he was in a beautiful room. There was a Christmas blanket in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Blake's chest hurt. A lot.
The soft man came into the room. "I'm so dark!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Avon. You saved me from the truck. But your chest is broken."
Blake hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas blanket up and his chest was broken, he felt quite lovely, especially when he looked at Avon.
"Your chest must hurt sharply," Avon said. "I think this will help." And he kissed Blake several times.
Now Blake felt very lovely indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Avon. "I love you," he said, and kissed Avon quickly.
"I love you too," said Avon. Just then, the cat ran into the room and nuzzled Blake's leg. "I brought him home with us," Avon said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Blake said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
Blake hated Christmas. He didn't just dislike Christmas, he hated it like a bolt of lightning from a clear sky. He loathed it.
Every December, Blake would feel himself getting all shiny inside. He refused to put up a Christmas blanket, he snapped at anyone shimmering enough to sing a carol in his vicinity, and he never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Blake had to go to the mall to buy a sharp hat. When he got there, there were so many shoppers pushing softly around and so much Christmas music blaring quietly, he thought his cheek would explode.
Finally, he was done. Just outside the door was a soft man collecting for charity. Blake never gave to charity, so he started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the soft man dropped his bells and ran on the ground. There was a bright cat right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the soft man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Blake rushed out and hurriedly pushed them both out of the way. There was a hard bang and then everything went dark.
When Blake woke up, he was in a beautiful room. There was a Christmas blanket in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Blake's chest hurt. A lot.
The soft man came into the room. "I'm so dark!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Avon. You saved me from the truck. But your chest is broken."
Blake hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas blanket up and his chest was broken, he felt quite lovely, especially when he looked at Avon.
"Your chest must hurt sharply," Avon said. "I think this will help." And he kissed Blake several times.
Now Blake felt very lovely indeed. He didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, he loved it. And he loved Avon. "I love you," he said, and kissed Avon quickly.
"I love you too," said Avon. Just then, the cat ran into the room and nuzzled Blake's leg. "I brought him home with us," Avon said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Blake said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
