Ficlets: Suicide Kings, RPS, and Ghost Ship
Just under the wire: Happy birthday, elrond50! I hope the coming year brings you all good things. And happy early birthday to slashophile. Hope it's fantastic.
Also, I have drabbles. Just three so far, because a) I am still busier than I really planned to be this week, and b) writing is hard. I'm a bit rusty, so these aren't very good. Sorry.
Ficlet the first, for duckduck, who requested Tommy/Merton OR Brett/Avery and white flowers. I went with the latter because it worked better with the prompt. But there will be a BWOC ficlet eventually.
It was quiet in the house, and he kept thinking of it as the calm before the storm. Only the storm had already come and gone, and this was what it left in its wake. A sea of flowers in every room, mostly white and he had a feeling that was because Elise was so young.
The white reminded him of innocence, and every time he thought it he laughed to himself. A bitter, inappropriate sound on the day of his only sister's funeral, but no one was paying any attention to him anyway. No one but Brett, and either he already knew why Avery was laughing or he didn't care, because he hadn't asked yet.
He'd been by Avery's side most of the day, but he'd disappeared in search of drinks awhile ago and Avery was starting to wonder if he was going to come back. Before the panic had a chance to set it Brett reappeared at his elbow, scowl firmly in place as he looked Avery over.
"Drink this. You look like shit."
"Thanks," Avery shot back, but he took the drink anyway and swallowed half the contents of the glass.
"Who's going to tell you the truth if I don't?" Brett asked, gaze still locked on Avery and he knew what Brett was saying. He'd forgiven Avery for the lies almost instantly, but he wasn't going to forget it any time soon.
"Sorry," Avery said for the thousandth time, apology as inadequate as all the others, but he didn't know what else to say.
"Shut up, Avery."
And he knew what that meant too; Brett didn't want his apologies, didn't want anything from Avery except the truth. It wasn't much to ask, and Avery was pretty sure he could deliver.
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Ficlet the second, for cinderlily, who encourages my weirdness wanted Jason/Evan TLC RPS and this proverb:
"Just say it."
"What? I didn't say anything."
"Please, I can hear you thinking it from over here. You told me it wasn't going to fit and I didn't listen. So just say 'I told you so' and get it over with."
He still wasn't talking, but Evan could feel the smirk and he rolled his eyes before he put down the saw and looked up at Jason. Jason who was just standing there, watching him like they weren't about to run out of time and completely screw up the reveal. All because he messed up on one measurement, like Jason hadn't done the same thing a thousand times.
"So are you just gonna stand there and gloat or are you going to help me?"
Jason didn't answer right away; first he made a big show out of uncrossing his arms, flexing in that way of his and Evan hated himself for thinking it was hot. "All you had to do was ask."
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Ficlet the third, for foggynite. Dodge/Munder, based on this image.
It was hard to believe this was the same Dodge who'd spent the past two hours bitching about setbacks and being stuck in dry dock when there was a job to do. Munder didn't really care about the engine giving out again, but he'd been pretty sure by Dodge's reaction that their night of shore leave wasn't going to be all that fun.
That was the reason he'd made a beeline for the shower as soon as they got to their room, and it was the reason he'd had every intention of grabbing his wallet and heading out to see what the rest of the crew was doing with their night. But as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth open and dick already stirring under his towel.
This didn't look like the same Dodge he'd left to rant about wasted money and expensive hotel rooms. This Dodge was totally relaxed, leaning back against the only chair in the room and just…watching, like this had been the plan all along.
"I was starting to think you were planning to spend the night in there."
Munder didn't bother to ask what was with the sudden change in Dodge's tune. He didn't get to see Dodge like this nearly often enough, so he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead he reached up and tugged open his towel, letting it fall to the floor before he crossed the room to stand in front of the chair. "You could have come in."
"Later," Dodge answered, voice husky and when he slid strong hands up Munder's thighs he couldn't quite suppress a shudder. He still had no idea what had happened while he was in the shower, but if this was going to happen every time they found themselves with some unexpected shore leave, he hoped the tug would break down more often.
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I wish they were better, but I'll keep plugging away and maybe the flow will come back to me. Although clutz that I am, I opened up my finger on the blade of my food processor today, so typing isn't that fun at the moment. My foot feels better, though; thanks to everyone who commented for the sympathy. And for the record, I still have no idea how it happened.
Also, I have drabbles. Just three so far, because a) I am still busier than I really planned to be this week, and b) writing is hard. I'm a bit rusty, so these aren't very good. Sorry.
Ficlet the first, for duckduck, who requested Tommy/Merton OR Brett/Avery and white flowers. I went with the latter because it worked better with the prompt. But there will be a BWOC ficlet eventually.
It was quiet in the house, and he kept thinking of it as the calm before the storm. Only the storm had already come and gone, and this was what it left in its wake. A sea of flowers in every room, mostly white and he had a feeling that was because Elise was so young.
The white reminded him of innocence, and every time he thought it he laughed to himself. A bitter, inappropriate sound on the day of his only sister's funeral, but no one was paying any attention to him anyway. No one but Brett, and either he already knew why Avery was laughing or he didn't care, because he hadn't asked yet.
He'd been by Avery's side most of the day, but he'd disappeared in search of drinks awhile ago and Avery was starting to wonder if he was going to come back. Before the panic had a chance to set it Brett reappeared at his elbow, scowl firmly in place as he looked Avery over.
"Drink this. You look like shit."
"Thanks," Avery shot back, but he took the drink anyway and swallowed half the contents of the glass.
"Who's going to tell you the truth if I don't?" Brett asked, gaze still locked on Avery and he knew what Brett was saying. He'd forgiven Avery for the lies almost instantly, but he wasn't going to forget it any time soon.
"Sorry," Avery said for the thousandth time, apology as inadequate as all the others, but he didn't know what else to say.
"Shut up, Avery."
And he knew what that meant too; Brett didn't want his apologies, didn't want anything from Avery except the truth. It wasn't much to ask, and Avery was pretty sure he could deliver.
~
Ficlet the second, for cinderlily, who encourages my weirdness wanted Jason/Evan TLC RPS and this proverb:
"Just say it."
"What? I didn't say anything."
"Please, I can hear you thinking it from over here. You told me it wasn't going to fit and I didn't listen. So just say 'I told you so' and get it over with."
He still wasn't talking, but Evan could feel the smirk and he rolled his eyes before he put down the saw and looked up at Jason. Jason who was just standing there, watching him like they weren't about to run out of time and completely screw up the reveal. All because he messed up on one measurement, like Jason hadn't done the same thing a thousand times.
"So are you just gonna stand there and gloat or are you going to help me?"
Jason didn't answer right away; first he made a big show out of uncrossing his arms, flexing in that way of his and Evan hated himself for thinking it was hot. "All you had to do was ask."
~
Ficlet the third, for foggynite. Dodge/Munder, based on this image.
It was hard to believe this was the same Dodge who'd spent the past two hours bitching about setbacks and being stuck in dry dock when there was a job to do. Munder didn't really care about the engine giving out again, but he'd been pretty sure by Dodge's reaction that their night of shore leave wasn't going to be all that fun.
That was the reason he'd made a beeline for the shower as soon as they got to their room, and it was the reason he'd had every intention of grabbing his wallet and heading out to see what the rest of the crew was doing with their night. But as soon as he stepped out of the bathroom he stopped dead in his tracks, mouth open and dick already stirring under his towel.
This didn't look like the same Dodge he'd left to rant about wasted money and expensive hotel rooms. This Dodge was totally relaxed, leaning back against the only chair in the room and just…watching, like this had been the plan all along.
"I was starting to think you were planning to spend the night in there."
Munder didn't bother to ask what was with the sudden change in Dodge's tune. He didn't get to see Dodge like this nearly often enough, so he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead he reached up and tugged open his towel, letting it fall to the floor before he crossed the room to stand in front of the chair. "You could have come in."
"Later," Dodge answered, voice husky and when he slid strong hands up Munder's thighs he couldn't quite suppress a shudder. He still had no idea what had happened while he was in the shower, but if this was going to happen every time they found themselves with some unexpected shore leave, he hoped the tug would break down more often.
~
I wish they were better, but I'll keep plugging away and maybe the flow will come back to me. Although clutz that I am, I opened up my finger on the blade of my food processor today, so typing isn't that fun at the moment. My foot feels better, though; thanks to everyone who commented for the sympathy. And for the record, I still have no idea how it happened.