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Happy Yule! - Giftmas Offerings

Since it seems like all of my friends are either not participating in Yuletide! or not giving me yule letters, here is my Giftmas post in lieu of anything like Christmas cards or postcards. :D

Merry Yule, all my lovelies!

I would very much like to write you a drabble for (or shortly after) the holidays in a fandom/character/pairing/threesome of your choosing. Please post here with your Dear Zoi! request. I don't stick to word limits as a rule, but there will be something cute and porny or fluffy as your little heart desires. Specific bunnies/prompts are welcome but I may or may not adhere to them. ;)

I am happy to write:
Primeval, Clover, Inception absolutely anything involving any character played by Kiefer Sutherland (Brat Pack RPS, Lost Boys, 24, Dark City, Mirrors, Flatliners, Young Guns, Phone Booth)
The Eleventh Hour, Criminal Minds, NCIS, Tokyo Babylon, White Collar, The Brothers Bloom, FFX-2, FF12, Stardust, Road to El Dorado, Good Omens, Kamikaze Girls, Nana, Bound, Legion, Shutter Island, Jacob Hood, and I might possible be able to get the muse to come back for some Inglourious Basterds but I can't guarantee it will be any time soon. ^^;

Cracky crossovers are also a possibility. Also I can't do RPS with anyone who's not Kiefer.

(Speaking of, I AM still working on Kiefer/Charlie Sheen, but at the moment they won't stop arguing about who gets to top to get any action in between the dialogue.)

ETA: And since people keep asking, I love anything involving any Kiefer, Cobb/Saito, or Danny Quinn. XD

Comments

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ilovetakahana
Dec. 17th, 2010 08:04 pm (UTC)
Dear Zoi,

Please write me anything cute and fluffy and Arthur/Eames. :3 I think you know me well enough by now to guess what I mean by "fluff" XD

I've been a good girl all year so I hope there's time for you to write me something.

XOXO
ilovetakahana :)
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 17th, 2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
You've been a very good girl! :D

Hollandaise

Arthur awoke to faint music, something jazzy with a sultry female singer from the next room. Given a few minutes of wakefulness he could probably place it, but for the moment he was more focused on the fact that his back, normally blanketed by the warm-strong-naked-furnace that was Eames, was cold. The puzzle of how Eames had managed to get out of bed without waking him was set aside momentarily by the smell of something cooking in the kitchen. He pondered leaving the warm cocoon of blankets to investigate, but before he could reach a conclusion, the bedroom door opened to reveal Eames in his boxers and yesterdays shirt with a breakfast tray stuffed full with two domed places of food, glasses of orange juice, mugs of coffee and a single red rose in a bud vase. "Good morning, darling. Stay comfy, I've brought you breakfast."

Arthur sat up, fluffing the pillows behind his back and leaning back against the headboard as Eames set the tray over his lap. "I don't know if I'm more touched by the breakfast or the fact that you dragged yourself out of bed early to do it."

Eames grinned and moved one of the plates to his bedside table along with a glass of orange juice and a coffee, re-arranging the remaining dishes on the tray before pulling off the dome. "Voila."

"Steak and Eggs Benedict?"

"And sauteed mushrooms on the side. Best way to have eggs. Have a try." He set the dome aside as Arthur unwrapped the cutlery from their careful roll of napkin, spreading the linen on his lap more to protect the quilt than anything else. Eames sat crosslegged beside him on the bed, covering his lap with his own napkin before balancing his plate on one knee, taking a sip of orange juice, "I thought about doing a full five course classic English breakfast," he said, "with the grapefruit, oatmeal, kippers and all, but the last time Mum subjected me to that I ended up rather feeling like I was going to explode for the next five hours, and we are due over at Cobb's in three, so." He watched Arthur cut off a piece of the egg and ham on English muffin, drizzled in hollandaise sauce, lifting it to his mouth. The egg was poached soft, perfectly and deliciously runny, the flavors combining perfectly with the soft ham and hollandaise....

Arthur swallowed and looked up at him. "Is this home made hollandaise? Eames, I am impressed."

Eames grinned, looking particularly smug as he swallowed a bite of his steak. "I'm not just a pretty face, you know."

Arthur chuckled, cutting into the steak to find it medium rare, swirling the piece through the hollandaise and egg yolk that spilled across his plate before putting it in his mouth. "Mmm. Of course I know that. We are having sex, after all."

Eames set aside his plate leaning forward to press a warm kiss to his mouth, still smiling. "Merry Christmas, my darling. Hope there will be many more together like this."

Arthur smiled into the kiss. "Merry Christmas, Mr. Eames."

~~~


Edited at 2010-12-17 08:47 pm (UTC)
ilovetakahana
Dec. 17th, 2010 08:56 pm (UTC)
Eames is a kitchen genius!!! ♥___♥

...Want anything in return? [I hope my card gets to you soon.]
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 17th, 2010 09:00 pm (UTC)
He IS. Hollandaise is hard. <3

(Cobb/Saito?? :D If you are so inclined...)

*hugs* Oh Christmas mail... ^^;
ilovetakahana
Dec. 18th, 2010 01:53 am (UTC)
Hope you don't mind Saito's first name in this.... :)
He couldn’t remember falling asleep in the dream, and waking was like a distant memory. Seagulls calling outside the window, distant crash of waves. Salt-laden breeze, and mixed into it, a scent that was both familiar and unknown: sharp amber and musk.

Cobb opened his eyes.

Silk and something soft, yielding as he turned over and pushed a new furrow into it: mats made of woven straw. Each mat edged in checkerboard black-and-white silk. He was dressed, but barely: a soft cotton robe, lightly padded against the cool wind, a belt with a soft knot at his waist.

“Good morning,” someone said, and he started all the way awake, jolting upright to sit and squint at the man kneeling near the windows.

When he’d washed up on this shore yesterday he’d seen an old man – pale, feeble, a ghost walking the dream.

Here he was now, still dressed in his sleeping robes, as young and as hale as when they had first met. A serious face, a predator’s eyes, except for right now when he could see through the mask and find the dry amusement lurking beneath.

“Saito,” Cobb finally said, regaining his bearings. Yes. This was Limbo, and he was supposed to be fulfilling a promise: to be young men together again, to find a way back home to his children.

He had never felt so lucid before.

The other man turned, and now Cobb could see the faint hint of a smile playing around his lips. “Have you forgotten so soon? The promise you made me last night?”

“A promise....” Memory trickled back and he could remember, like a faraway promise, a name. Saito’s first name. It came back to him as he crossed the room and sat down next to him. “You asked me to call you...your first name. Yes.” Cobb smiled now. “Mamoru.”

“And so I was named, to defend my family and its honor,” the other man said. “I said I would come back with you, if you would let me have this one night.”

Cobb remembered, now. Skin, warmth, that scent surrounding him.

They sat there together for a long moment, the tea never cooling, the breeze never stopping. Seabirds calling to them.

“Will I remember this, Dominick?” Mamoru suddenly said. “When we come back.”

For some reason he was happy to hear that question. Happy and afraid both. What if he wanted to forget...? “Only if you want to,” Cobb said, finally.

“Ah. Yes. Well then.” Mamoru rose, now, and there he was in the nagajuban and the black suit. Outside, sunset suddenly came, and the seabirds vanished. Only the call of the waves remained.

Cobb rose and he was in his tuxedo, leather gloves snug on his hands. He tugged one off and offered that hand to the other man.

“Saito...Mamoru,” he said, and turned to look at him, meeting his eyes completely.

Mamoru only nodded, understanding, and took the offered hand. Around them the donjon began to collapse, both familiar and different, as if from a half-remembered dream. “We shall speak more of this,” he said, “when we wake.”

“I look forward to it,” Cobb said, simply.

They jumped, hands linked together, into the unfathomable waves, and distantly Cobb could hear the drone of engines, soft and worried murmuring, familiar voices all around....
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 18th, 2010 07:27 am (UTC)
Re: Hope you don&#39;t mind Saito&#39;s first name in this.... :)
Awwww, no I don't mind at all. I like it having reasoning behind it instead of being just random <3
Thank you~~~~ so sweet <3
ilovetakahana
Dec. 19th, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
Re: Hope you don&#39;t mind Saito&#39;s first name in this.... :)
Permission to post this on my own LJ and DW sometime in the next couple of days?
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 19th, 2010 03:37 am (UTC)
Re: Hope you don&amp;#39;t mind Saito&amp;#39;s first name in this.... :)
But of course! It is your writing. ;)
kahn
Dec. 17th, 2010 08:31 pm (UTC)
WHITE COLLAR (which I do not have an appropriate icon to encompass); Neal+Peter all snowed in

-or-

NCIS; adorable team!fic for Christmas warm-fuzzies! or Gibbs/DiNozzo fic or team!fic with Gibbs/DiNozzo overtones!
(PS have you SEEN the almost blatant boy-love fest that is NCIS: LA?)

Do you want anything from me? ~_^
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 17th, 2010 08:53 pm (UTC)
Now I want to write Abby knitting. XD

I will always take anything involving any Kiefer ever. (Or, Kuronue, still. <3 )
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 17th, 2010 09:42 pm (UTC)
Smitten

Ziva's scarf was cashmere, a deep burgundy lace pattern that was soft and surprisingly elegant, and Abby looped it around her shoulders over her black turtleneck, fussing with it for a moment before leaning back with a grin. "Oh, it's perfect on you!"

Ziva allowed the fussing, reaching up to touch the fabric with a little smile. "It must have taken you forever. Thank you, Abby. It's beautiful."

A hug and a kiss, and Abby was on to McGee, opening the large shopping back she'd been carrying to pull out yards and yards of knitting in stripes of varrying widths in gray, brown, army green, oatmeal, bittersweet, yellow and purple. He stared at the knitting. "Abby, is that..."

"A Dr. Who scarf!!" She looped it around McGee's neck with a gleeful smile. "It's the season 15 version, the colours were a little easier to match and I like the width. Oh, you look so handsome!" She threw her arms around Tim's neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, and he returned the hug with a laugh.

"This is amazing, Abby. You're crazy. Thank you."

Tony had kicked back in his desk chair, watching Abby fuss over the other two with a little smile. He straightened as she made to leave. "Don't I get anything?"

"Oh, of course." Abby turned back and grinned. "But you have to come downstairs for that."

~~

Gibbs walked in to Abby's lab to find Tony standing in the middle of the room with a length of black and royal blue scarf half looped around his neck. He quirked an eyebrow. "DiNozzo, what the hell are you doing?"

"Gibbs!" Abby darted out of the back room to throw her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Oh, you're just in time! Come here!" She pulled him over to stand beside Tony, grabbing the long end of Tony's scarf and looping it around Gibbs' neck as well. Then she took two mittens from the bag - one black with blue stripes, the other blue with black - that were set aside. Then she pulled out a strange knitted object that looked a bit like a muff, or two socks knitted together. Grabbing Gibbs' hand, she pushed it into one side, pulling it over to Tony's to pull his hand into the second. "It's a Smitten! it keeps your hands warm while you walk. The other two mittens are for your other hands, of course."

Tony, for once, was at a loss for words. "Abbs, we don't - I - "

"Thank you," Gibbs inturrupted calmly, holding out his free arm for a hug. "That's real sweet of you, Abbs."

Abby took the hug happily, wrapping her other arm around Tony to squish them both close, kissing Gibbs' cheek, then Tony's. "I have another one for Ducky," she declared, before pulling away. "Merry Christmas, you guys."

Watching Abby's pigtailed form darting out of the lab, Tony turned to his lover, still not quite sure what to make of everything. "Boss... did you tell Abby?"

Inside the Smitten, Gibbs found Tony's hand with his own, lacing their fingers together toasty warm. "Nope."

~~~~
kahn
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:05 pm (UTC)
WAAAAAHH~! So CUTE! Thank you! :-D I'm also amazed at your speed!

I wish I was into any of the Keifer fandoms, just so I could write something for you. Maybe I'll finally watch Dark City. I've always wanted to.

In any case, it may have to wait until after the 20th. (Yuletide Deadline--away!)
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
But of course!!

And in that case, don't worry about writing, just watch the damn movie :D
hamimifk
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
Dear Zoi,
I spy Legion on your list thur and can't but hope for a Michael/Jeep where Michael thanks (or 'thanks' *wink*) Jeep for still shining through the darkness the world has fallen under (Post movie canon, of course).

I've been a good girl this year and totally missed yuletide so... *insert puppy eyes here*

And hey, I'm offering the same basic thing here, so if you wanna drop a request, feel free! I haven't seen Inception yet though, so I'm afraid you're out of luck there (until I see the movie that is). xD
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Dear Zoi,
Heeee. Yes. I may have to watch bits of it again first, though, but unf, anything involving Paul Bettany. <3
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 25th, 2010 10:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Dear Zoi,
thedarkmaterial
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:54 pm (UTC)
Oh my. I could very much go for a little Crowley/Aziraphale. Either something fluffy with puppies, or something porny with...er...porn!
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 17th, 2010 10:56 pm (UTC)
UNF. If you will forgive me for currently picturing them exactly like my icon, of ~course~. <3
thedarkmaterial
Dec. 18th, 2010 12:27 am (UTC)
For you? I expect I should forgive very nearly anything.
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 19th, 2010 09:19 am (UTC)
YAY. :D

HAPPY GIFTMAS :D :D :D
bonnie131313
Dec. 18th, 2010 12:28 am (UTC)
After that link you posted the other day, I would really love some hot Danny Quinn porn. <3 If you include a helicopter somehow I'll love you forever. <3 <3 <3
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 18th, 2010 12:47 am (UTC)
LOL I'll do my best!!
sharpiesgal
Dec. 18th, 2010 04:01 am (UTC)
Dear Zoi,

I've been really good this year. May I have Arthur/Eames or Ben/Larry. Pretty please.

*bats eyes*
zoi_no_miko
Dec. 18th, 2010 06:54 pm (UTC)
*squishes* You -have-. ^___^
I think the hollandaise above might have been my yearly quota of Arthur/Eames anything, but the second should be completely doable.XD

Fluff? Smut? Larry in a santa hat with a bow around his waist?
sharpiesgal
Dec. 19th, 2010 04:33 am (UTC)
Larry in nothing but a Santa's hat and a bow....Oh My!!!

Yes, please.
photoclerk
Dec. 28th, 2010 10:53 pm (UTC)
Of *course* I do.
I have been exceptionally *bad* this year, but in all the right ways.
I'd love some Arthur/Eames if you are even a little in the mood... I've been craving Dom!Arthur or Arthur getting spanked. Whoda thunk?
Really sensory oriented black leather glove porn has been rather forcefully demanding to make it's needs known as well. I'd tell it to shut up and bugger off, but really now, do we actually want that? *shakes head* Of course not. And that can be any pairing you want. <333 I just have a thing for gloves, okay? *grin*
Or you know, *anything that's for me*, from you. <3
I hope things are getting easier for you, or at least evening out. I worry. <3
zoi_no_miko
May. 5th, 2011 05:52 am (UTC)
Oh man, how did I miss the notification for this delicious smut request??? (I love you I didn't mean to ignore you!! ;__; )

*bookmarks to chew on now that she'd FINALLY done with help_japan porn* :D
photoclerk
May. 5th, 2011 11:42 am (UTC)
You can chew on my requests any time you'd like ^_-
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