Christmas drabbles
Fandom: Death Note
Title: Lazy
Pairing: Mello/Matt
Rating: PG-13 (for cursing)
Word Count: 345
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If Matt hasn’t brought Mello anything for Christmas, Mello’s sure the rest of the world will agree that Matt will goddamn well deserve the horrific injuries he has coming to him.

Mello’s watched him, as the days to Christmas whittle away, and Matt’s spent every day smoking, drinking, gaming or occasionally working. He hasn’t seen Matt sneak away to buy his present yet – and Mello’s seriously beginning to think that the stupid bastard has brought him weed for Christmas.

There’s only an hour to go until Christmas, and Matt’s in their bedroom, sleeping, whilst Mello’s sulking in the next room with only an extra large bar of chocolate for company.

He’ll kill him. He’ll tie him down and make him watch as he scratches all his games; wastes all his cigarettes and burns his entire collection of porn. Then he’ll chuck his sorry ass out into the freezing cold.

Mello doesn’t really have much of a plan – if you count hurting someone until they scream a plan at all – when he storms into his and Matt’s bedroom. He’s too busy visualising ways to slowly torture Matt, that’s he caught completely off guard by the door being pushed back in his face by Matt on the other side.

“What the fuck?” he growls, holding his nose and cursing angrily. “Fucking bastard – you just hit my nose!”

“You can’t come in yet,” Matt says calmly from behind the door, “I’m getting your Christmas present ready.”

“Left it a bit late, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, well. Better late than never,” Matt replies cheerfully – a bit too cheerful for Mello’s liking. He decides there and then that he’s going to make Matt pay for this, even if he’s brought him every single chocolate factory in the world. “Mello-dramatics, you can come in now.”

Mello stands in the doorway, taking a few moments to take in the sight before him.

“That’s a pretty fucking lazy present, Matt,” he says, sounding a little too breathless to be comfortable.

“Shut up and take it,” replies Matt, who’s covered head to foot in chocolate.


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Fandom: Heroes
Title: Christmas Dinner
Pairing: Nathan/Hiro
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 296
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Nathan’s been wandering around the Wal-mart for far too long now. The hustle and bustle of Christmas shoppers pushing past him in a place he usually wouldn’t usually go, is slowly beginning to grate his nerves and patience to shreds. He’s only here for Hiro’s benefit; he didn’t think he’d be trapped in a supermarket for over three hours with an indecisive Japanese man, when he agreed to help Hiro pick out his Christmas meal.

When Hiro had curiously asked what Nathan was going to eat, he’d politely pointed out the turkey. Hiro, however, had grimaced at it and immediately decided that even though the rest of America would probably be eating this meal, he would not be.

“I thought you wanted to eat American food here,” Nathan says calmly, despite being bored and frustrated that there doesn’t seem to be an end to this day.

“I do, Nathan,” Hiro replies earnestly, his accent still warping Nathan’s name so that it sounds more like, ‘Nii-san’.

“Well, most American’s eat turkey at Christmas - unless you’re vegetarian.”

“No,” Hiro sighs expressively, “I want something much better.”

Nathan swallows, nervously, because Hiro is obviously not suggesting what he thinks he’s suggesting.

“What do you want then?” he asks, certain that if Hiro was far less innocent he would be quite easily tricked into saying something else.

Hiro’s still for a moment, thinking to himself and letting his eyes scan the shelves of food until suddenly his face lights up. He eagerly turns to Nathan, grin spreading across his face as he pushes his glasses back up.

“Well?” Nathan insists, glad that this shopping trip is finally coming to an end. “What do you want to eat for Christmas?”

“Waffles,” Hiro says brightly, “I want to eat waffles, Nathan.”