Drabbles: various fandoms
For staubundsterne - Schwarzkinder summer vacation
"I don't know what the fuss is about," Crawford said indignantly. "No one complained about other children becoming over excited and causing a slight fuss."
"Your monstrosity subjugated the toddlers' pool, clawed its way through the side of an ice-cream van to provide rewards for its vassals, performed age-inappropriate acts with an inflatable dolphin and bit every adult in the place," Schuldig said icily, gingerly applying iodine to the gashes on his shin before bandaging his hand. "And sooner or later that woman will notice her poodle is missing."
Crawford smiled indulgently. It had been a fun kindergarten outing.
For oruga_s - Nagi, Mamoru and silent treatment
The trouble with Nagi being so quiet, Mamoru thought, was that it was difficult to tell when he was simply not saying anything and when he was actively not speaking to you. Right now, Nagi hadn't said anything at all for eighteen hours, if Mamoru felt like admitting he'd been counting. He sighed. Maybe the jokes about Nagi's oddly Austrian speech patterns hadn't been such a good idea, even if Mamoru's badly-accented groaned Ach, ja had been funny under the circumstances.
"If I just grovel till bed-time, will that make things better?"
"Maybe."
One word. Well, it was a start.
For teh_elb - a glance in on Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
"And so," John said from the pulpit, "emulating the spiritual calm of Jes-"
"Calm? Piffle," Mark said in irritation, his fingers tapping an angry rhythm on the back of the pew in front.
"It doesn't seem quite right," Luke said, wiping away a tear and blowing his nose.
"Um," Matthew said, seeming to veer between their responses as usual. They both looked at him in annoyance, and went back to muttering about how John had to make everything so nice.
Crowley buried his face in his hands and tried not to hear Aziraphale's giggles. Where had he gone so wrong?
For enigel - how would Archie have turned out if Charles hadn't rejected him from St. Seb's?
The important thing, Archie thought, was not to let his vowels get too broad. Nicely rounded vowels, no quaint Geordie words at all. He practiced an hour a day, repeating things from the wireless and ruthlessly stamping out the speech patterns that resurfaced every time he went to visit his Mam - his mother, he reminded himself, and practiced for another hour.
Of course, it cut into his time for doing Maths, and he was a bit worried about his results, but at least no one laughed at his accent any more.
It was exhausting. He wished he'd gone to Manchester.
For zalia - Charles meets England
"- and so we can see that while some foreigners might say it's a touch rude to claim this, English is in fact the best language in the world," Charles said, counting down the seconds until he was safely back in the Senior Common Room.
"Thanks, mate," a student with scruffy fair hair said.
"God, another scholarship student," Charles groaned, not keeping his voce very sotto as he didn't approve of Italian. "Thank you for dragging the King's English down to your level."
The student said something poetically rude in Anglo-Saxon before storming out.
Ah, Charles thought. One of Tolkien's lot.
"I don't know what the fuss is about," Crawford said indignantly. "No one complained about other children becoming over excited and causing a slight fuss."
"Your monstrosity subjugated the toddlers' pool, clawed its way through the side of an ice-cream van to provide rewards for its vassals, performed age-inappropriate acts with an inflatable dolphin and bit every adult in the place," Schuldig said icily, gingerly applying iodine to the gashes on his shin before bandaging his hand. "And sooner or later that woman will notice her poodle is missing."
Crawford smiled indulgently. It had been a fun kindergarten outing.
For oruga_s - Nagi, Mamoru and silent treatment
The trouble with Nagi being so quiet, Mamoru thought, was that it was difficult to tell when he was simply not saying anything and when he was actively not speaking to you. Right now, Nagi hadn't said anything at all for eighteen hours, if Mamoru felt like admitting he'd been counting. He sighed. Maybe the jokes about Nagi's oddly Austrian speech patterns hadn't been such a good idea, even if Mamoru's badly-accented groaned Ach, ja had been funny under the circumstances.
"If I just grovel till bed-time, will that make things better?"
"Maybe."
One word. Well, it was a start.
For teh_elb - a glance in on Matthew, Mark, Luke and John
"And so," John said from the pulpit, "emulating the spiritual calm of Jes-"
"Calm? Piffle," Mark said in irritation, his fingers tapping an angry rhythm on the back of the pew in front.
"It doesn't seem quite right," Luke said, wiping away a tear and blowing his nose.
"Um," Matthew said, seeming to veer between their responses as usual. They both looked at him in annoyance, and went back to muttering about how John had to make everything so nice.
Crowley buried his face in his hands and tried not to hear Aziraphale's giggles. Where had he gone so wrong?
For enigel - how would Archie have turned out if Charles hadn't rejected him from St. Seb's?
The important thing, Archie thought, was not to let his vowels get too broad. Nicely rounded vowels, no quaint Geordie words at all. He practiced an hour a day, repeating things from the wireless and ruthlessly stamping out the speech patterns that resurfaced every time he went to visit his Mam - his mother, he reminded himself, and practiced for another hour.
Of course, it cut into his time for doing Maths, and he was a bit worried about his results, but at least no one laughed at his accent any more.
It was exhausting. He wished he'd gone to Manchester.
For zalia - Charles meets England
"- and so we can see that while some foreigners might say it's a touch rude to claim this, English is in fact the best language in the world," Charles said, counting down the seconds until he was safely back in the Senior Common Room.
"Thanks, mate," a student with scruffy fair hair said.
"God, another scholarship student," Charles groaned, not keeping his voce very sotto as he didn't approve of Italian. "Thank you for dragging the King's English down to your level."
The student said something poetically rude in Anglo-Saxon before storming out.
Ah, Charles thought. One of Tolkien's lot.