Title: Flying Reindeer- True Style
Author: WolfPyre
Fandom: M7- True Series
Category: Challenge Fic
Rating: G
Status: Complete
Warnings: None
Disclaimer:
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AN: This is part of my Magnificent Seven True series. I am answering a challange from one of the lists I'm on. It was supposed to be a drabble, but the muses wouldn't stop and it's a bit longer.
"OW! Let go! You're hurtin' my arm!"
"I's gonna be hurtin' yer ass in a minute." Vin stated and pushed me onto my bed. "Start talkin'."
" 'Bout?" I asked innocently. I saw Vin's eyes darken as he stood and took off his belt. Shit, shit, shit…I was in sooo much trouble. "All right, all right, sheese! Ummm…okay. See, we…that'd be me, Creed and that creep Jonathan…was talkin' bout Santa Clause and how he had those flyin' reindeer. Jonathan said there weren't no Santa an reindeer can't fly. Well Billy overheard an got all upset. So's me and Creed got him settled down an all and came up with a idea to get Jonathan back."
"An that idea was?" Vin prompted when I stopped talking.
I bit my lip. "Well, see we snuck out ta his place, stuck sticks to all the horses heads, then I levitated them up and 'round till Jonathan looked out his window. Once he did, I set them down on ta the roof of the house. Well, the horses fell through the roof, then the roof caved in…" I gulped at the anger I saw in Vin's eyes. "I didn't know the roof wouldn't hold that kinda weight…a person just don't know stuff like that! Ya'd think someone'd told me or at least made a stronger roof!"
"Ya shouldn't a been out there in the first place an ya shouldn't a used yer gifts to play a prank. We done talked 'bout that b'fore, ain't we?"
"Yes sir." I lowered my head and sighed.
"Lucky fer ya the horses weren't hurt. Tomorrow ya will be helpin' me an the boys put that roof back on."
"Yes sir. Does this mean ya ain't gonna whip me?" I asked hopefully.
"In yer dreams kid. Ya done broke too many rules." He pulled me to my feet. "Take 'em down an bend over the bed."
Once I was in place he undid my flap and brought the belt down. Over and over it landed, with me screaming bloody murder each and every time it made contact. When he finished, he helped me rearrange my clothes and pulled me onto his lap. "Next time we gotta have us a discussion 'bout ya usin' yer gifts fer mischief ya'll be cuttin' a switch. Clear?"
"Yes sir." I rubbed my backside and smiled up at him. "Guess Santa ain't the only one who gonna have red cheeks on Christmas, huh?"
Vin snorted. "You're a brat, ya know that?"
"Yep." I threw my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Merry Christmas Vin."
