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cmk418Pairing: Ryan O'Reily/Dino Ortolani
Fandom: OZ
Prompt: a fluffy Christmas story
A/N: There is another Christmas story that may eventually become part of the Great Risks saga, but it didn't quite fulfill the "fluffy" requirement. There are subtle references to that series here, but you don't need to read those to enjoy this. (Of course, if you want to, I won't stop you.) Thanks so much,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pepper202 for being such a great supporter of the boys and the angst I put them through on a regular basis. I hope you enjoy this!
A/N 2: The story about the angel on top of the tree isn't mine, but it is one of my favorites.
Rated R for language and some kink.
Dino Ortolani didn’t expect to be spending Christmas Eve in Benchley Memorial. He thought he’d be home with Ginny and the kids, setting presents under the tree, and enjoying these last few years before the kids stopped believing in Santa Claus. Instead, the hospital was a reprieve from his cell at the Oswald State Penitentiary. At least it was quiet here, and the drugs were good and plentiful.
They might have been too good, because, at the moment, Dino believed that he was hallucinating. There always seemed to be a visitor in his room during his waking moments, whether it was Ginny or his parents or even Peter, but this was just weird. This guy definitely had no place in his hospital room. Maybe the explanation was simple.
“Are you lost?” Dino asked.
The bearded figure in the red suit shook his head. “Christ, it took you forever to wake up. This fucking suit is suffocating me.” His voice was muffled by the disguise.
“You look like Santa.”
“You look like shit,” muttered the other man, pulling off his gloves and coming to sit on the edge of the hospital bed.
Dino blinked, not sure if the shamrock tattoo was a trick of the light or his imagination. “See you everywhere, even as Santa Claus.”
Ryan tapped the IV line going into Dino’s arm. “Damn, they got you piped into the good shit.”
“Gotta be dreaming. I never thought Santa cursed this much.”
Ryan sighed and took Dino’s hand. “Did you ever hear the story of how the angel got on top of the Christmas tree?”
“’s it a good story?”
“I think so. A couple of centuries ago, Santa was…”
“You’re Santa.”
“God, you sound like a five-year-old. Will you let me continue?”
“Sorry. Okay. I’ll be good.”
“So, as I was saying, I was having a pretty lousy day. The suit was tight and the missus wanted me to go on a cookie-free diet. The elves were down in the production process. I got reindeer shit on my boots.”
“Those are nice boots.”
“Thanks. You can imagine how I felt getting reindeer shit on them. So, in comes this angel, dragging this Christmas tree and she asks ‘Santa, what do you want me to do with this tree?’ And that’s the story of how the angel got on top of the Christmas tree.”
There was a long pause and then Dino laughed weakly, punctuating the final chuckle with an “Ow”.
“I think my ribs are cracked. It goes nicely with the internal bleeding. I tell you, you fall in love with one Irishman and your life goes to…”
Ryan stopped Dino’s rambling with a kiss. Soft lips, now familiar, that started them down this path in what seemed a lifetime ago. Dino’s words penetrated the fog of his brain, and Ryan slowly pulled away.
“You fell in love with me?”
“Ryan.”
“Right here.”
“You’re a figment of my imagination.”
“That’s Santa Claus,” said Ryan, removing the hat and beard.
“I’m actually starting to believe in him again.”
“Oh yeah?”
“How else can you explain how I got what I wanted for Christmas?”
“We’ve got a few hours yet. Let’s see if I can fulfill a few more of those wishes.”
“Merry Christmas, Ryan.”
“Merry Christmas, Dino.”
I'm ready for more prompts. If you'd like a story and haven't prompted yet, the details are here.
Fandom: OZ
Prompt: a fluffy Christmas story
A/N: There is another Christmas story that may eventually become part of the Great Risks saga, but it didn't quite fulfill the "fluffy" requirement. There are subtle references to that series here, but you don't need to read those to enjoy this. (Of course, if you want to, I won't stop you.) Thanks so much,
pepper202 for being such a great supporter of the boys and the angst I put them through on a regular basis. I hope you enjoy this!A/N 2: The story about the angel on top of the tree isn't mine, but it is one of my favorites.
Rated R for language and some kink.
Dino Ortolani didn’t expect to be spending Christmas Eve in Benchley Memorial. He thought he’d be home with Ginny and the kids, setting presents under the tree, and enjoying these last few years before the kids stopped believing in Santa Claus. Instead, the hospital was a reprieve from his cell at the Oswald State Penitentiary. At least it was quiet here, and the drugs were good and plentiful.
They might have been too good, because, at the moment, Dino believed that he was hallucinating. There always seemed to be a visitor in his room during his waking moments, whether it was Ginny or his parents or even Peter, but this was just weird. This guy definitely had no place in his hospital room. Maybe the explanation was simple.
“Are you lost?” Dino asked.
The bearded figure in the red suit shook his head. “Christ, it took you forever to wake up. This fucking suit is suffocating me.” His voice was muffled by the disguise.
“You look like Santa.”
“You look like shit,” muttered the other man, pulling off his gloves and coming to sit on the edge of the hospital bed.
Dino blinked, not sure if the shamrock tattoo was a trick of the light or his imagination. “See you everywhere, even as Santa Claus.”
Ryan tapped the IV line going into Dino’s arm. “Damn, they got you piped into the good shit.”
“Gotta be dreaming. I never thought Santa cursed this much.”
Ryan sighed and took Dino’s hand. “Did you ever hear the story of how the angel got on top of the Christmas tree?”
“’s it a good story?”
“I think so. A couple of centuries ago, Santa was…”
“You’re Santa.”
“God, you sound like a five-year-old. Will you let me continue?”
“Sorry. Okay. I’ll be good.”
“So, as I was saying, I was having a pretty lousy day. The suit was tight and the missus wanted me to go on a cookie-free diet. The elves were down in the production process. I got reindeer shit on my boots.”
“Those are nice boots.”
“Thanks. You can imagine how I felt getting reindeer shit on them. So, in comes this angel, dragging this Christmas tree and she asks ‘Santa, what do you want me to do with this tree?’ And that’s the story of how the angel got on top of the Christmas tree.”
There was a long pause and then Dino laughed weakly, punctuating the final chuckle with an “Ow”.
“I think my ribs are cracked. It goes nicely with the internal bleeding. I tell you, you fall in love with one Irishman and your life goes to…”
Ryan stopped Dino’s rambling with a kiss. Soft lips, now familiar, that started them down this path in what seemed a lifetime ago. Dino’s words penetrated the fog of his brain, and Ryan slowly pulled away.
“You fell in love with me?”
“Ryan.”
“Right here.”
“You’re a figment of my imagination.”
“That’s Santa Claus,” said Ryan, removing the hat and beard.
“I’m actually starting to believe in him again.”
“Oh yeah?”
“How else can you explain how I got what I wanted for Christmas?”
“We’ve got a few hours yet. Let’s see if I can fulfill a few more of those wishes.”
“Merry Christmas, Ryan.”
“Merry Christmas, Dino.”
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Date: 2010-01-02 12:36 am (UTC)Of course, now I find it incredibly difficult to write sex scenes that don't have some sort of violent undertones, but those are my boys.
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Date: 2010-01-02 04:11 am (UTC)I could see how writing them without violence could be hard - they naturally have that aggressive, machismo dynamic to them, where they heavily deny any interest in men by resorting to violence and power. Dino being the worse of the two, in canon.