Celebration Drabbles

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I'm sure I could have gotten a lot more of these done but sadly I still have that Secret Santa fic to finish. Eep. As always, Mr. Whedon has all rights and they're all PG-13.

 

Connor/Holtz  - Age 3
 
Steven put another log on the fire as the Quor-Tothian winter raged outside. The little boy propped his tingling toes up on the fire ring to get warm.

“It’s a special day, today, Steven,” Holtz said, putting a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“Why?”

“It’s Christmas,” Holtz replied. He had no real way of knowing if it was or not. Quor-Toth left luittle time for him to keep track of years, let alone months or days. But this was one day he wanted his son to honor.
Holtz handed Steven his very first axe. “Happy Christmas, son.”

Steven grinned ecstatically.

 

Connor/Holtz – Age 4
 
Steven panted hard, his arm shaking. He felt his heart thudding in his chest. He hadn’t ever been so afraid before, or so exhilarated. Steven looked at the dead demon whose blood was pooling around his boots. The thing was bigger than Father and yet it lay dead because of him. Steven couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face. He had remembered all of Father’s teachings about how to lay waste to the evil.
 
 
“This is cause for celebration, son, your first kill.” Holtz smiled at the little boy. “Take a horn for a trophy.”

Steven did so proudly.
 

 

Angel/Connor – Post Not Fade Away

Angel looked at the horrifying den of dirty clothes, Playgirl pin-ups, pizza boxes and books that were scattered across every available surface.

Connor stepped back from his dorm room door to let him in. “Is the world ending again, Dad?”

“No. I just wanted to bring you this.” He handed Connor a few sheets of paper. “I know I’ve never been there to celebrate with you before but I thought this summer, you and me…I want to show you my homeland.”

Connor smiled broadly, looking at the itinerary. “Pub crawling in Ireland? Cool!”

“Happy birthday, son.” Angel hugged him tight.

 

 

Angel/Connor – Post Not Fade away

Angel staggered up the street away from the pub, a little drunker than he planned on getting. He was surprised his son was still on his feet.

“That pub ish so great,” Connor slurred. “Why didn’t we ever think about doing this before?”

“Because your mom always said I wasn’t too bright,” Angel said, grabbing Connor before he fell into the street.

“Has anyone ever told you, you have the biggest damn hands in the world?” Connor snickered.

“You’re totally pissed.” Angel grinned.

“Just celebrating St. Paddy’s day right.” Connor slumped against him.

“Boston’s the next best thing to being in Ireland.”
 

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