Gyah, PMS and money troubles on top of everything. My usually hard-and-prickly therapist took one look and went all Jewish-mother on me, all but forcing me to eat cookies.

But I can still drabble! (x-posted from go100, for the "Holiday Spirit" challenge.)

Title: Slaybells
Words: 100
Rating: v.mild PG for stealth slash suggestions
Notes: Discworld x-over of sorts.


“Oh dear, this is a bad idea…”

WHY? I’VE DONE IT BEFORE.

“Hogswatch is different, Azrael…the round Earth isn’t nearly so…flexible with space-time, and…your reindeer are terrified, and…”

YOU ARE A ROD IN THE QUICKSAND, AZIRAPHALE.

“I believe ‘stick in the mud’ is the idiom here. And who’s doing your…not the boy!”

IT BROADENS HIS HORIZONS. BESIDES, I HAVE PRESENTS FOR YOU.

Tea from the bottom of Boston Harbour. A library card from Alexandria. A highly uncensored Renaissance painting.

“Dear Lord, is that—?“

HE POSED IN FLORENCE, YES.

“Just this once, then. I didn’t see you.”

HO HO HO.

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Safe journeys to everyone travelling the next few days!