"Traffic" - Pandora Hearts, drabble - Reim!centric
...So. I know I haven't posted fic on here for...a while. Sorry about that. And sorry that now that I am, it's just a silly drabble. But alas...a silly drabble that I happen to be at least somewhat proud of. Written for Mandy/harmony283, from the prompt 'Reim - traffic'. I have another, longer Break x Reim fic that will be posted...soonish, as it's almost done. but just this for now.
Title: Traffic
Author: panda-pon
Pairing/Fandom: Reim-centric (implied Break x Reim)/Pandora Hearts
Rating: PG. -gasp-
Warnings: Uh...crack? AU? And implied male x male relationship/emotional attachment. That's it? o.o
Wordcount: 491
Author's Note: So...yeah. As stated, this was a prompt from Mandy. Now, I've had people ask me "Who's Reim?". To clear that up, 'Reim' is just an alternate spelling of 'Liam', and the spelling that I personally prefer and choose to use. Also. I somehow got it in my head that Reim would have himself a case of road!rage. But instead of going overboard with that...I figured that he'd be very mild/subdued about it, and possibly not even realize the problem himself. Thus, this came into being. Enjoy. :/
If there is one thing that Reim Lunettes absolutely hates, it's driving. Of course, it's not the act of driving itself that bothers him, it's the people he's forced to share the road with. Especially, the teenagers.
Now naturally, he has nothing against teenagers--he was one himself, at some distant (but not so much) point in the past. But it's the way they drive; swerving to and fro, as if they use their eyes to talk on their phones, and not their ears, and as such aren't even watching the road. Stupid inventions, cell-phones are. People leave their houses to go out and do something productive with themselves, and if Reim wanted to talk on the phone, he would just stay at--
Riiiiing.
"What?" Perhaps his voice came out a little more snappish than necessary, but this is what being on the road does to him. All sense of politeness is thrown to the wind--quite literally so, as he needs the windows open to spare himself from a lack-of-oxygen induced breakdown.
//My my, Reim...could you possibly be driving right now?//
"Xerxes Break, don't you even start with me." He snaps, and this time, the vexation melded into his words is more than intentional. "I'm on my way to your house, just like you wanted."
//Oh...well, okay then. Where are you?//
Reim nearly slams on the breaks out of pure, murderous instinct---but only almost. The highway is an unforgiving place, and this day already seems to be going bad enough. "Goodbye, Xerxes."
And then he promptly snaps the phone shut, only to have to slam on the breaks anyways, because--this is precisely why he hates cell-phones, and the vile distractions they provide.
He was stuck in traffic.
Traffic with no possible end in sight.
Wonderful.
---
~Two Hours Later~
It's nearly dark by the time Reim's car finally pulls to a stop in Break's rain-splattered driveway, and when he cuts the engine of his beaten red convertible. All he wants to do is sit there. Sit there, and sleep, and forget that this day ever happened. But no. Because of course, the moment he pulls in, the porch lights come on, and the door opens to reveal the bane of his existence (and the love of his life, but he'll never admit that).
Seemingly indifferent to the pouring rain still drenching the world around them, Break leaves the safety of his house--'No, don't come over here. Please just leave me alone.'--barefoot as the day he was born, and makes his way amiably to Reim's car.
And pulls the door open.
As if he owns the damn thing (regardless of if he bought it, Reim is the one behind the wheel, and that makes it his car. Right).
"Oh, Reim, you look so miserable! Could it be that you were driving?"
It's in moments like these, rare moments, that Reim just wants to curl up and cry.
Title: Traffic
Author: panda-pon
Pairing/Fandom: Reim-centric (implied Break x Reim)/Pandora Hearts
Rating: PG. -gasp-
Warnings: Uh...crack? AU? And implied male x male relationship/emotional attachment. That's it? o.o
Wordcount: 491
Author's Note: So...yeah. As stated, this was a prompt from Mandy. Now, I've had people ask me "Who's Reim?". To clear that up, 'Reim' is just an alternate spelling of 'Liam', and the spelling that I personally prefer and choose to use. Also. I somehow got it in my head that Reim would have himself a case of road!rage. But instead of going overboard with that...I figured that he'd be very mild/subdued about it, and possibly not even realize the problem himself. Thus, this came into being. Enjoy. :/
If there is one thing that Reim Lunettes absolutely hates, it's driving. Of course, it's not the act of driving itself that bothers him, it's the people he's forced to share the road with. Especially, the teenagers.
Now naturally, he has nothing against teenagers--he was one himself, at some distant (but not so much) point in the past. But it's the way they drive; swerving to and fro, as if they use their eyes to talk on their phones, and not their ears, and as such aren't even watching the road. Stupid inventions, cell-phones are. People leave their houses to go out and do something productive with themselves, and if Reim wanted to talk on the phone, he would just stay at--
Riiiiing.
"What?" Perhaps his voice came out a little more snappish than necessary, but this is what being on the road does to him. All sense of politeness is thrown to the wind--quite literally so, as he needs the windows open to spare himself from a lack-of-oxygen induced breakdown.
//My my, Reim...could you possibly be driving right now?//
"Xerxes Break, don't you even start with me." He snaps, and this time, the vexation melded into his words is more than intentional. "I'm on my way to your house, just like you wanted."
//Oh...well, okay then. Where are you?//
Reim nearly slams on the breaks out of pure, murderous instinct---but only almost. The highway is an unforgiving place, and this day already seems to be going bad enough. "Goodbye, Xerxes."
And then he promptly snaps the phone shut, only to have to slam on the breaks anyways, because--this is precisely why he hates cell-phones, and the vile distractions they provide.
He was stuck in traffic.
Traffic with no possible end in sight.
Wonderful.
---
~Two Hours Later~
It's nearly dark by the time Reim's car finally pulls to a stop in Break's rain-splattered driveway, and when he cuts the engine of his beaten red convertible. All he wants to do is sit there. Sit there, and sleep, and forget that this day ever happened. But no. Because of course, the moment he pulls in, the porch lights come on, and the door opens to reveal the bane of his existence (and the love of his life, but he'll never admit that).
Seemingly indifferent to the pouring rain still drenching the world around them, Break leaves the safety of his house--'No, don't come over here. Please just leave me alone.'--barefoot as the day he was born, and makes his way amiably to Reim's car.
And pulls the door open.
As if he owns the damn thing (regardless of if he bought it, Reim is the one behind the wheel, and that makes it his car. Right).
"Oh, Reim, you look so miserable! Could it be that you were driving?"
It's in moments like these, rare moments, that Reim just wants to curl up and cry.