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agt-spooky.livejournal.comMy last post of the day is a piece of art and my sincere wish for a bright, festive holiday season and a very Happy New Year for you all. Happy Holidays!!
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agt-spooky.livejournal.comWelcome to Part 2 of my “Bodie/Doyle Christmas Snapshots”, a collection of random little scenes that popped into my head when I was thinking about the lads and the holidays. They’re not connected in any way and can take place at any point in Bodie and Doyle’s lives together. I leave it up to you to create a bigger story around the snippets for yourself! Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS
Ray popped the last piece of fish in his mouth, gave his malt vinegar-covered fingers a lick, then swiped his hand across his denims. Bodie, walking down the high street next to him, finished off the last chip with relish, then wadded up the empty, greasy newspaper and deposited it in the bin on the pavement.
It was a cold, crisp, but sunshine-filled afternoon in London. With only four days until Christmas, the shops were busy and the pavement bustling with people still searching out that perfect pressie.
( More holiday goodness this way! )
OUR FIRST CHRISTMAS
Ray popped the last piece of fish in his mouth, gave his malt vinegar-covered fingers a lick, then swiped his hand across his denims. Bodie, walking down the high street next to him, finished off the last chip with relish, then wadded up the empty, greasy newspaper and deposited it in the bin on the pavement.
It was a cold, crisp, but sunshine-filled afternoon in London. With only four days until Christmas, the shops were busy and the pavement bustling with people still searching out that perfect pressie.
( More holiday goodness this way! )
agt-spooky.livejournal.comWelcome to my “Bodie/Doyle Christmas Snapshots”, a collection of random little scenes that popped into my head when I was thinking about the lads and the holidays. They’re not connected in any way and can take place at any point in Bodie and Doyle’s lives together. I leave it up to you to create a bigger story around the snippets for yourself! Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
SNOWBALL FIGHT
Bodie took a last drink of his hot cocoa and set his empty mug down. “It’s stopped snowing. What say we have a go at getting those lights up outside?” he said as he stood with a smile.
Ray gave his partner a chipped-toothed grin. “You’re climbing the ladder this year.”
Both of them dressed warmly a few minutes later, Bodie took the big box of lights outside while Ray headed to the outbuilding to fetch a ladder. Ladder in hand, Ray rejoined his partner at the front of the house, where Bodie was trying, and failing, to untangle a large string of lights.
“What the devil are you doing?” Ray chuckled, his breath crystalizing in front of him.
“Apparently making things worse,” Bodie grinned. “C’mon, give us a hand.”
( Snowball fight this way! )
SNOWBALL FIGHT
Bodie took a last drink of his hot cocoa and set his empty mug down. “It’s stopped snowing. What say we have a go at getting those lights up outside?” he said as he stood with a smile.
Ray gave his partner a chipped-toothed grin. “You’re climbing the ladder this year.”
Both of them dressed warmly a few minutes later, Bodie took the big box of lights outside while Ray headed to the outbuilding to fetch a ladder. Ladder in hand, Ray rejoined his partner at the front of the house, where Bodie was trying, and failing, to untangle a large string of lights.
“What the devil are you doing?” Ray chuckled, his breath crystalizing in front of him.
“Apparently making things worse,” Bodie grinned. “C’mon, give us a hand.”
( Snowball fight this way! )
agt-spooky.livejournal.comTitle: Say Yule Be Mine This Christmas
Author: agt_spooky
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes, please
Disclaimer: I don’t own the lads, more’s the pity. Just borrowing!
Summary: How did two drunk men catching snowflakes on their tongues lead to declarations of love? Blame it on the whisky. And the Christmas wish.
Raymond Doyle was filled to the brim with the holiday spirit. And copious amounts of the liquid variety as well.
Beside him in the cramped backseat of the taxi was his partner, grinning like the drunk, silly sod he was, in the aftermath of another raucous CI5 Christmas party. Having indulged in their fair share of libations, they were at the point in the evening where everything was funny. Ray had no doubt the cabbie would be glad to see the backsides of them and their drunken laughter sooner rather than later.
( Christmas kisses this way! )
Author: agt_spooky
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit: Yes, please
Disclaimer: I don’t own the lads, more’s the pity. Just borrowing!
Summary: How did two drunk men catching snowflakes on their tongues lead to declarations of love? Blame it on the whisky. And the Christmas wish.
Raymond Doyle was filled to the brim with the holiday spirit. And copious amounts of the liquid variety as well.
Beside him in the cramped backseat of the taxi was his partner, grinning like the drunk, silly sod he was, in the aftermath of another raucous CI5 Christmas party. Having indulged in their fair share of libations, they were at the point in the evening where everything was funny. Ray had no doubt the cabbie would be glad to see the backsides of them and their drunken laughter sooner rather than later.
( Christmas kisses this way! )
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