This'll probably jinx it, but
Four words for y'all: wacky old west AU.
Have you ever seen The Harvey Girls? It's an old Judy Garland flick that I've always loved that involves a town fued between a reputable dining establishment and a saloon. So, anyway, I took that basic premise and went a little crazy with it. There may be boys dressed as girls. William is possibly a chef. There could indeed be mail-order bride shenanigans involving Bob. Frank invents things! Gabe isn't evil, but he likes to shoot things. Pete is, of course, stirring up all kinds of trouble. So basically it's fun for all.
“I’m gonna sit atop your piano, Mr. Stump,” Brendon says, threading his fingers through Patrick’s, “and sing my little heart out.”
Patrick smiles. “Of course you will.”
“Sisky,” William yells over their heads. “Sisky, grab my knives, will you?” He grins down at them, long arms boxing them into their seats. “Patrick, dumpling, look at you smile,” he says, and Patrick rolls his eyes. William’s a flirt. For the first leg of the trip, Patrick had blushed nearly nonstop, but he’s well accustomed to William now.
William, he’s found, doesn’t mean anything by it. Mostly.
“Just wait. Just wait ‘til you taste my apple crisp,” William says, long fingers playing over the brim of Patrick’s hat. “You’ll be mine then, Patrick, I warn you. Mine to do exactly as I please with.”
“Billy.” Brendon tugs on the end of William’s tie - another button on his vest slips open - and William leans down close, still grinning. “William, you do have ices, don’t you?”
William’s grin turns sly. “Oh, for you, dear Brendon, I’ll make absolutely sure.”
Have you ever seen The Harvey Girls? It's an old Judy Garland flick that I've always loved that involves a town fued between a reputable dining establishment and a saloon. So, anyway, I took that basic premise and went a little crazy with it. There may be boys dressed as girls. William is possibly a chef. There could indeed be mail-order bride shenanigans involving Bob. Frank invents things! Gabe isn't evil, but he likes to shoot things. Pete is, of course, stirring up all kinds of trouble. So basically it's fun for all.
“I’m gonna sit atop your piano, Mr. Stump,” Brendon says, threading his fingers through Patrick’s, “and sing my little heart out.”
Patrick smiles. “Of course you will.”
“Sisky,” William yells over their heads. “Sisky, grab my knives, will you?” He grins down at them, long arms boxing them into their seats. “Patrick, dumpling, look at you smile,” he says, and Patrick rolls his eyes. William’s a flirt. For the first leg of the trip, Patrick had blushed nearly nonstop, but he’s well accustomed to William now.
William, he’s found, doesn’t mean anything by it. Mostly.
“Just wait. Just wait ‘til you taste my apple crisp,” William says, long fingers playing over the brim of Patrick’s hat. “You’ll be mine then, Patrick, I warn you. Mine to do exactly as I please with.”
“Billy.” Brendon tugs on the end of William’s tie - another button on his vest slips open - and William leans down close, still grinning. “William, you do have ices, don’t you?”
William’s grin turns sly. “Oh, for you, dear Brendon, I’ll make absolutely sure.”