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Okay! Here are the rest of the month's drabbles! Thanks for all the awesome prompts, guys.
We'll be on hiatus for the next two weeks or so while my neechan is visiting and San Diego calls! Enjoy!
Fic #6: Play Time
Request: From the Shadows, prompt: full moon and snow
Requested by: wepo
Length: 240
Rating: G
Notes: I had no idea what to do with this one, so I hope it doesn’t suck.
“What’s with Liz?” Galen asked quietly, as he flopped down on Asher’s bed.
“She hates it when it snows on the full moon,” Asher said, his voice vague, staring out the window.
The vagueness didn’t bother Galen - he could hardly date Asher if it did - but the fixed staring was a little unusual. On the full moon, more than just werewolves were running around, and sometimes Asher got a little punchy. He decided to make an effort to draw Asher back to the real world. “Why? Spencer and his dad come back messy?”
“Once there was a blizzard,” Asher said. “Jason fell over something he didn’t see in the snow and hurt his paw. Now Liz worries.” He turned to look at Galen. “Do you want to go play in the snow?”
“I don’t think that would be a great idea,” Galen said.
Asher frowned. “Normal kids play in the snow. I know that. Zach told me.”
“Yes,” Galen said, pressing a kiss into Asher’s forehead. “But they usually wait until it’s done snowing, and they usually wait until it’s daylight.”
“Oh. I suppose that would make more sense.”
“Why don’t we go keep Liz company?” Galen suggested. “That might make her worry less.”
“That’s a good idea.” Asher nodded. “I don’t come up with ideas like that.”
“Give it time,” Galen said. “You get more normal every day,” he added, and laughed when Asher wrinkled his nose in distaste.
Fic #7: Snowed In
Request: Phoenix Rising, Lewis/Ken, prompt: expecting to go out and do something but winding up snowed in
Requested by: ninja_orange
Length: 209
Rating: PG
Notes: I just want to put on the record that the dog is currently hiding in the footwell of my desk. My dog does not *fit* in the footwell of my desk. That’s all I’m saying.
“Wow, it’s really coming down,” Ken reported, pulling their curtains aside to look outside.
“Whatever,” Lewis mumbled, pulling a blanket over his face to shield himself from the light.
“Don’t just ‘whatever’; it’s kind of a problem,” Ken said, folding his arms over his chest. “Traffic is going to be terrible. If we want to make it in time, you’d better get your lazy butt out of bed so we can leave sometime within the next half hour.”
Lewis rolled onto his back and tucked his hands behind his head. “Jeez, don’t they have snow days in Japan?” he asked.
Ken looked at him blankly.
“Okay,” Lewis said. “Here’s a newsflash for you. We. Are not going. Anywhere. Today. Kapiche?”
“Lewis,” Ken said, exasperated. “We’ve had these tickets for months. You’re the one who wanted to go! They’re not going to cancel the game just because of a spring snowstorm.”
With a groan, Lewis propped himself up on his elbows. “Am I seriously having trouble getting you to agree to stay in bed with me all day?”
Ken blinked. “Well, you, uh, you hadn’t phrased it like that before.”
“Then will you close the damned curtains and get back down here?”
“Works for me if it works for you.”
Fic #8: Child Labor
Request: Phoenix Rising, Jake/Nathan, prompt: shoveling Bren and Lucian’s driveway
Requested by: hiki_chan
Length: 311
Rating: G
Notes: I’m still kind of sick of these characters, but this was fun nonetheless.
“This sucks,” Jake said.
Nathan looked Heavenward as if praying for patience, then said, “Well, nothing’s changed since the first three times you said that, so yeah, I could see how it would still apply.”
“Why do we have to do this?” Jake gestured to the winter wonderland surrounding them, and pulled his coat up to shield his neck more firmly. “It’s freezing. My gloves are soaked. This is the heaviest, wettest snow I’ve ever had to shovel. And we don’t even live here anymore!”
Nathan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like they made us do it,” he pointed out. “But Bren and Melissa both have the flu, and Lucian’s running himself ragged taking care of them. He asked and we said okay. I mean, you did say okay. If you don’t want to do it, go inside and I’ll do it myself.”
Jake sulked. “I can’t leave you out here to do it by yourself. There’s like a boyfriend rule against that.”
“Oh, is there?” Nathan asked, smirking despite himself.
“Yeah. But there’s no rule against complaining. Hell, that’s a sacred right. Just like it’s the right of parents to use their kids as free labor; their kids get to complain about it the whole time.”
“That must be why Lucian and Bren wanted kids,” Nathan said. “Child labor. Now shut up before I put some of this heavy, wet snow down the back of your shirt.”
Jake’s eyes glinted. “You do that, and it’s on,” he said.
“Oh, yeah, tough guy?”
When Lucian came outside twenty minutes later, he found very little of the driveway shoveled, and two teenagers both caked with snow and laughing uncontrollably as they continued to try to whitewash each other. He rolled his eyes and said, “You know, if you ever manage to finish that, there’s cocoa inside,” and went inside without another word.
Fic #9: Say Something
Request: Fast Falls the Eventide, Neil/Rowan, prompt: “is the snow man waving at me?”
Requested by: noborukasahara
Length: 199
Rating: G
Notes: This prompt is just weird. XD And the fic owes itself to Overheard in New York.
“Did that snowman just wave at me?” Rowan asked, peering out into the street from the car.
“No,” Neil replied automatically.
“Oh, you jerk, you didn’t even look,” Rowan said.
A smile quirked at Neil’s lips. “Sweetie, snowmen are inanimate. Even without looking, I can categorically say that it didn’t wave at you.”
“But it did, and you know that sometimes I still see things that other people can’t see because of the, you know, the thing. That we can’t remember.”
“You haven’t seen anything in months,” Neil said. “It was just the wind.”
They waited at the stoplight in silence.
“Oh my God, it did it again!” Rowan said.
Neil sighed, and, half expecting Rowan to say ‘made you look!’ he turned his head to see what was bothering the teenager. A figure was standing down the street, barely visible in the snow and wind. As Neil watched, it lifted its hand and waved feebly. Neil blinked. “Uh, Rowan,” he said, “I don’t think that’s a snowman. I think that’s a hobo, and I think he’s freezing to death.”
“Oh.” Rowan paused. “Is this one of those ‘if you see something, say something’ moments?”
“I really don’t know.”
Fic #10: Coordination
Request: WYWM/PR, Alec/Skye, prompt: date at an ice arena
Requested by: sumire7
Length: 146
Rating: G
Notes: I didn’t really know what to do with this one either.
“This just doesn’t seem like a good idea,” Skye said, giving the ice skating rink a dubious look.
“Oh, come on,” I said. “You know how to rollerblade. How much harder can ice skating be?”
“I was worried about you, not me,” Skye said.
“Blasphemy!” I put my hand to my chest to show how deeply wounded I was by his lack of faith in me. “I happen to be a very coordinated person. I’m a dancer, remember? A very good dancer.”
Skye sighed. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you if you break something.”
“I stand duly warned, but your warnings are unnecessary. Even if I fall down a lot, it’s all in good fun, right?”
“Absolutely,” he said, his lips twitching.
Later, as we left the rink, he said, “Should I compose a song to eulogize your dignity?”
“I’m not talking to you anymore.”
We'll be on hiatus for the next two weeks or so while my neechan is visiting and San Diego calls! Enjoy!
Fic #6: Play Time
Request: From the Shadows, prompt: full moon and snow
Requested by: wepo
Length: 240
Rating: G
Notes: I had no idea what to do with this one, so I hope it doesn’t suck.
“What’s with Liz?” Galen asked quietly, as he flopped down on Asher’s bed.
“She hates it when it snows on the full moon,” Asher said, his voice vague, staring out the window.
The vagueness didn’t bother Galen - he could hardly date Asher if it did - but the fixed staring was a little unusual. On the full moon, more than just werewolves were running around, and sometimes Asher got a little punchy. He decided to make an effort to draw Asher back to the real world. “Why? Spencer and his dad come back messy?”
“Once there was a blizzard,” Asher said. “Jason fell over something he didn’t see in the snow and hurt his paw. Now Liz worries.” He turned to look at Galen. “Do you want to go play in the snow?”
“I don’t think that would be a great idea,” Galen said.
Asher frowned. “Normal kids play in the snow. I know that. Zach told me.”
“Yes,” Galen said, pressing a kiss into Asher’s forehead. “But they usually wait until it’s done snowing, and they usually wait until it’s daylight.”
“Oh. I suppose that would make more sense.”
“Why don’t we go keep Liz company?” Galen suggested. “That might make her worry less.”
“That’s a good idea.” Asher nodded. “I don’t come up with ideas like that.”
“Give it time,” Galen said. “You get more normal every day,” he added, and laughed when Asher wrinkled his nose in distaste.
Fic #7: Snowed In
Request: Phoenix Rising, Lewis/Ken, prompt: expecting to go out and do something but winding up snowed in
Requested by: ninja_orange
Length: 209
Rating: PG
Notes: I just want to put on the record that the dog is currently hiding in the footwell of my desk. My dog does not *fit* in the footwell of my desk. That’s all I’m saying.
“Wow, it’s really coming down,” Ken reported, pulling their curtains aside to look outside.
“Whatever,” Lewis mumbled, pulling a blanket over his face to shield himself from the light.
“Don’t just ‘whatever’; it’s kind of a problem,” Ken said, folding his arms over his chest. “Traffic is going to be terrible. If we want to make it in time, you’d better get your lazy butt out of bed so we can leave sometime within the next half hour.”
Lewis rolled onto his back and tucked his hands behind his head. “Jeez, don’t they have snow days in Japan?” he asked.
Ken looked at him blankly.
“Okay,” Lewis said. “Here’s a newsflash for you. We. Are not going. Anywhere. Today. Kapiche?”
“Lewis,” Ken said, exasperated. “We’ve had these tickets for months. You’re the one who wanted to go! They’re not going to cancel the game just because of a spring snowstorm.”
With a groan, Lewis propped himself up on his elbows. “Am I seriously having trouble getting you to agree to stay in bed with me all day?”
Ken blinked. “Well, you, uh, you hadn’t phrased it like that before.”
“Then will you close the damned curtains and get back down here?”
“Works for me if it works for you.”
Fic #8: Child Labor
Request: Phoenix Rising, Jake/Nathan, prompt: shoveling Bren and Lucian’s driveway
Requested by: hiki_chan
Length: 311
Rating: G
Notes: I’m still kind of sick of these characters, but this was fun nonetheless.
“This sucks,” Jake said.
Nathan looked Heavenward as if praying for patience, then said, “Well, nothing’s changed since the first three times you said that, so yeah, I could see how it would still apply.”
“Why do we have to do this?” Jake gestured to the winter wonderland surrounding them, and pulled his coat up to shield his neck more firmly. “It’s freezing. My gloves are soaked. This is the heaviest, wettest snow I’ve ever had to shovel. And we don’t even live here anymore!”
Nathan rolled his eyes. “It’s not like they made us do it,” he pointed out. “But Bren and Melissa both have the flu, and Lucian’s running himself ragged taking care of them. He asked and we said okay. I mean, you did say okay. If you don’t want to do it, go inside and I’ll do it myself.”
Jake sulked. “I can’t leave you out here to do it by yourself. There’s like a boyfriend rule against that.”
“Oh, is there?” Nathan asked, smirking despite himself.
“Yeah. But there’s no rule against complaining. Hell, that’s a sacred right. Just like it’s the right of parents to use their kids as free labor; their kids get to complain about it the whole time.”
“That must be why Lucian and Bren wanted kids,” Nathan said. “Child labor. Now shut up before I put some of this heavy, wet snow down the back of your shirt.”
Jake’s eyes glinted. “You do that, and it’s on,” he said.
“Oh, yeah, tough guy?”
When Lucian came outside twenty minutes later, he found very little of the driveway shoveled, and two teenagers both caked with snow and laughing uncontrollably as they continued to try to whitewash each other. He rolled his eyes and said, “You know, if you ever manage to finish that, there’s cocoa inside,” and went inside without another word.
Fic #9: Say Something
Request: Fast Falls the Eventide, Neil/Rowan, prompt: “is the snow man waving at me?”
Requested by: noborukasahara
Length: 199
Rating: G
Notes: This prompt is just weird. XD And the fic owes itself to Overheard in New York.
“Did that snowman just wave at me?” Rowan asked, peering out into the street from the car.
“No,” Neil replied automatically.
“Oh, you jerk, you didn’t even look,” Rowan said.
A smile quirked at Neil’s lips. “Sweetie, snowmen are inanimate. Even without looking, I can categorically say that it didn’t wave at you.”
“But it did, and you know that sometimes I still see things that other people can’t see because of the, you know, the thing. That we can’t remember.”
“You haven’t seen anything in months,” Neil said. “It was just the wind.”
They waited at the stoplight in silence.
“Oh my God, it did it again!” Rowan said.
Neil sighed, and, half expecting Rowan to say ‘made you look!’ he turned his head to see what was bothering the teenager. A figure was standing down the street, barely visible in the snow and wind. As Neil watched, it lifted its hand and waved feebly. Neil blinked. “Uh, Rowan,” he said, “I don’t think that’s a snowman. I think that’s a hobo, and I think he’s freezing to death.”
“Oh.” Rowan paused. “Is this one of those ‘if you see something, say something’ moments?”
“I really don’t know.”
Fic #10: Coordination
Request: WYWM/PR, Alec/Skye, prompt: date at an ice arena
Requested by: sumire7
Length: 146
Rating: G
Notes: I didn’t really know what to do with this one either.
“This just doesn’t seem like a good idea,” Skye said, giving the ice skating rink a dubious look.
“Oh, come on,” I said. “You know how to rollerblade. How much harder can ice skating be?”
“I was worried about you, not me,” Skye said.
“Blasphemy!” I put my hand to my chest to show how deeply wounded I was by his lack of faith in me. “I happen to be a very coordinated person. I’m a dancer, remember? A very good dancer.”
Skye sighed. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you if you break something.”
“I stand duly warned, but your warnings are unnecessary. Even if I fall down a lot, it’s all in good fun, right?”
“Absolutely,” he said, his lips twitching.
Later, as we left the rink, he said, “Should I compose a song to eulogize your dignity?”
“I’m not talking to you anymore.”