drabbles
This is mostly just for administrative purposes, but I wrote a few drabbles recently and it seems like a good idea to record their existence here.
One Supernatural drabble -- Sam and Dean as sleepy children in the backseat of the Impala (yes, this is very gen). I was too late to actually participate in antiship's amazing drabble/drawble meme, but I enjoyed writing it anyway. Incidentally, there are some absolutely lovely drabbles and sketches there -- some gen, some wincest, a few miscellaneous, all fabulous.
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Sammy's bored.
He's only missing Rhode Island and Arizona is his search for license plates and he's tired of playing with his toy cars and he knows he shouldn't bug Daddy while he's driving. And Dean's asleep on the other side of the Impala's backseat, tilted against the door clutching a ratty blue blanket, exhausted after having stayed up as a lookout for their Dad last night.
Sam crawls over to him, peers in close and brushes the tips of his eyelashes with a tentative finger. "Dean!" he hisses, softly. Breathes, waits. "Dean, I'm bored!" he tries again. Without opening his eyes, Dean lifts his arm and throws it over Sam, settling Sam against his chest. "Sleep, Sammy."
Yeah, okay, Sam thinks as his eyes flutter closed and he tucks his head under Dean's chin, drifting off to sleep with Dean's breath whispering through his hair.
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Two Heroes drabbles for the flyingpetrellis One Hundred Touches challenge. These are also both gen.
The first one was written the same day as the Supernatural one; I guess I was just in the mood to write fic about brothers as children that day.
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Anticipation (G)
Peter pops awake to the pale hesitant light of almost-sunrise on the morning of Nathan's return from boarding school. He spends the whole day set to fast vibration, fidgeting and hopping and telling everyone "Nathan's coming" over and over. By dinnertime he's so tired he dribbles gravy on his pullover, has only the faintest memories of being tucked gently into bed. What he does remember, though, is drifting awake to the brush of lips on his forehead, but by the time he gets his eyes open all he sees is the door shutting softly in the dark.
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These were required to be 100 words long; I actually like the longer version I originally wrote better than after I edited it down to 100 words, so here it is, for posterity. Maybe I should've added 44 words to it for a total of 200 instead. Ah well.
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Anticipation (G), the longer version
Peter pops awake to the pale hesitant light of almost-sunrise on the morning of Nathan's return from boarding school. For a moment, he forgets why, just crawls up on his little four-year-old knees to grip the windowsill and stare out at the quiet world. Then he remembers, and spends the whole day set to fast vibration, fidgeting and hopping and telling Justine (his current nanny, sweeter than Laureen but not as smart -- he can tell, and besides he overheard Nathan say so) "Nathan's coming" over and over. By dinnertime he's so tired he dribbles gravy on his pullover, and he has only the faintest memories of Justine carrying him up the stairs and tucking him into bed. What he does remember, though, is drifting awake to the brush of lips on his forehead, but by the time he gets his eyes open all he sees is the door shutting softly, and as sleep pulls him back down he thinks "Nathan."
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I had a weird feeling of deja-vu when writing this drabble, as if I had read something far too much like it recently. I went back through my list of what I've read to check and didn't find anything too close, but it still worries me a little.
Then today I suddenly had a new idea (a pre-series argument, with Peter probably in his late teens or early twenties), and produced this:
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Interference PG
"How could you?" Peter snarls as he slams into Nathan's office, stalking over to grab the edges of Nathan's desk and shake with fury. "How could you?"
"She wasn't any good for you, Peter." Calm, always so calm. Cool and detached and in control and all the things Peter is not.
"How can you say that? You don't even know her!"
"I knew enough. You won't be seeing her again."
Peter's fist swings wildly towards his brother's face. Nathan catches it, holds on, looks seriously into Peter's eyes. "She didn't deserve you. Find someone who does."
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This one was improved by being cut down to 100 words from the original 110, I think.
Drabbling is really a very satisfying method of procrastination.
One Supernatural drabble -- Sam and Dean as sleepy children in the backseat of the Impala (yes, this is very gen). I was too late to actually participate in antiship's amazing drabble/drawble meme, but I enjoyed writing it anyway. Incidentally, there are some absolutely lovely drabbles and sketches there -- some gen, some wincest, a few miscellaneous, all fabulous.
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Sammy's bored.
He's only missing Rhode Island and Arizona is his search for license plates and he's tired of playing with his toy cars and he knows he shouldn't bug Daddy while he's driving. And Dean's asleep on the other side of the Impala's backseat, tilted against the door clutching a ratty blue blanket, exhausted after having stayed up as a lookout for their Dad last night.
Sam crawls over to him, peers in close and brushes the tips of his eyelashes with a tentative finger. "Dean!" he hisses, softly. Breathes, waits. "Dean, I'm bored!" he tries again. Without opening his eyes, Dean lifts his arm and throws it over Sam, settling Sam against his chest. "Sleep, Sammy."
Yeah, okay, Sam thinks as his eyes flutter closed and he tucks his head under Dean's chin, drifting off to sleep with Dean's breath whispering through his hair.
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Two Heroes drabbles for the flyingpetrellis One Hundred Touches challenge. These are also both gen.
The first one was written the same day as the Supernatural one; I guess I was just in the mood to write fic about brothers as children that day.
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Anticipation (G)
Peter pops awake to the pale hesitant light of almost-sunrise on the morning of Nathan's return from boarding school. He spends the whole day set to fast vibration, fidgeting and hopping and telling everyone "Nathan's coming" over and over. By dinnertime he's so tired he dribbles gravy on his pullover, has only the faintest memories of being tucked gently into bed. What he does remember, though, is drifting awake to the brush of lips on his forehead, but by the time he gets his eyes open all he sees is the door shutting softly in the dark.
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These were required to be 100 words long; I actually like the longer version I originally wrote better than after I edited it down to 100 words, so here it is, for posterity. Maybe I should've added 44 words to it for a total of 200 instead. Ah well.
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Anticipation (G), the longer version
Peter pops awake to the pale hesitant light of almost-sunrise on the morning of Nathan's return from boarding school. For a moment, he forgets why, just crawls up on his little four-year-old knees to grip the windowsill and stare out at the quiet world. Then he remembers, and spends the whole day set to fast vibration, fidgeting and hopping and telling Justine (his current nanny, sweeter than Laureen but not as smart -- he can tell, and besides he overheard Nathan say so) "Nathan's coming" over and over. By dinnertime he's so tired he dribbles gravy on his pullover, and he has only the faintest memories of Justine carrying him up the stairs and tucking him into bed. What he does remember, though, is drifting awake to the brush of lips on his forehead, but by the time he gets his eyes open all he sees is the door shutting softly, and as sleep pulls him back down he thinks "Nathan."
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I had a weird feeling of deja-vu when writing this drabble, as if I had read something far too much like it recently. I went back through my list of what I've read to check and didn't find anything too close, but it still worries me a little.
Then today I suddenly had a new idea (a pre-series argument, with Peter probably in his late teens or early twenties), and produced this:
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Interference PG
"How could you?" Peter snarls as he slams into Nathan's office, stalking over to grab the edges of Nathan's desk and shake with fury. "How could you?"
"She wasn't any good for you, Peter." Calm, always so calm. Cool and detached and in control and all the things Peter is not.
"How can you say that? You don't even know her!"
"I knew enough. You won't be seeing her again."
Peter's fist swings wildly towards his brother's face. Nathan catches it, holds on, looks seriously into Peter's eyes. "She didn't deserve you. Find someone who does."
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This one was improved by being cut down to 100 words from the original 110, I think.
Drabbling is really a very satisfying method of procrastination.