Misc. Drabbles
Title: pictures are for losers
Fandom: Skins
P/C: Tony/Effy
Rating: PG
Prompt: banister
Her hand slides over the smooth varnish on the banister. She’s back home for the first time in…well, she can’t remember when. She feels like there should be more, but there isn’t. His absence hangs above her, like a rock, waiting to fall.
**
There was a painting once, the only real love story she’s ever seen. It’s a Magritte; a rock hovering above an ocean, a cloud hanging above that. She sees the rock and knows that it is in love, watching it hover where it doesn’t belong like that. But the cloud is all vapor and ice, nothing that could ever be held on to. Just a phase. Just see-through.
**
His voice on the phone is relieved. She doesn’t want to tell him that she’s in love. Love. What a fucking joke.
Her voice shakes when she asks if he can come home soon.
Title: and the rest is rust and stardust
Fandom: Gossip Girl
P/C: Dan/Blair
Rated: PG13
Prompt: hope
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling)
-Vladimir Nabokov
Dan watches everything slip away, everything he’s ever wanted. His father cannot afford Yale, he cannot afford Serena. She waltzes off with billionaire after billionaire and he loses count one day and can’t be bothered to look again. Blair disappeared, after she and S fight one last, completely legendary time and Serena seems to leave New York behind forever.
*
He runs into Blair in the city, at the library. She’s wearing silk that probably cost room and board at NYU for a year (though she's now a socialite, not a student, some kind of Jackie Kennedy, already a page six regular) and huge designer sunglasses that lay against her perfect face, giving the effect of an even frailer Audrey Hepburn. He notices then how thin she is. He leans over her, reading in her sunglasses. “Oh, hi.” She’s nervous, seeing him there. He wonders what he reminds her of.
He returns the greeting, but no other words come after it. She’s reserved and beautiful and achingly, painfully thin. She smiles at him, a tense, smile. He doesn’t know what to make of it. He tells her he’s got to run, not that he actually does. The smile has confused him, created nagging doubts and thoughts in his head.
*
Serena returns his call. She seems slightly impatient over the phone. He asks her only one question and she grows silent.
“You,” she answers and hangs up.
*
Page six is a splash of scandal a week later: Blair Waldorf, Young, Beautiful Heiress Found Dead In Home! . The photos accompanying it are equally salacious. Photos of her and Chuck, her and Nate, her and Serena.
None of them together. But they were never really together then were they?
He’s lost in a maze of insults, never to be repeated, dates that never happened, love letters never written and one particularly torrid fight scene which ended with Chuck bleeding out his nose. He sits down, his head in his hands, not quite sure what he’s mourning anymore.
*
As he left her in the library, she had called after him (despite turned heads, despite whispers of irritation). “Hope I see you again soon, Humphrey.”
“You too, Waldorf.”
Title: but i'll always feel just the same
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
P/C: Peter/Lucy
Rated: R
Prompt: forever
When they are older it matters less. He is still always protecting her with his flash and fire, she is always secretly protecting him, in whispers and kindness. She is a small port in the storm for him, somewhere that he can rest.
*
The first time is the hardest. He lays down on her, the full weight of his body contrasting with her small frame. But she has always held him up. He is afraid, ashamed. He admits, abashedly that he has never done anything…well, anything like this before. She is supposed to be younger, as always, but the outside world’s glamour fades between them and it is she who holds him and instructs, showing him how to touch her, to make her cry out. She returns the favor in kind.
*
When they return to England, she is a child again. She is no longer Queen Lucy the Valiant, but rather a little girl, the youngest, the one Peter is always looking out for. She isn’t special. She is only eight and yet…
*
Narnia rushes back like a green and golden dream.
She and Peter hastily make love again, in a glen, not far from where the others sleep. It is fevered and when he comes, making sure not to do so inside her, Peter cries in her ear and it is as if they are again, older, wiser and still making the same mistakes.
They lie together in the tall green grass, watching the sky turn lighter and lighter blue, until it is grey and then morning bursts forth, with pink and gold and red lighting up the sky. She lays her head on his chest.
She guards him silently, while he guards her with all his might. She knows she will love him forever.
Title: there will be a show tonight on trampoline
Fandom: Gossip Girl
P/C: Dan/Blair
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: comfortable
To him, Blair will always be the easiest thing to measure and weigh. It’s become almost comfortable, this lapsed rivalry for Serena’s attention. So it is absolutely insane when he sees her, drunk off her skinny, bitchy, high-horse-riding-ass at a society ball Cece is throwing for Serena.
He’s a cater waiter again, passing around trays of shrimp puffs and bacon wrapped asparagus. She hasn’t eaten anything all night, but he’s seen at least three glasses of champagne slide down her throat. She’s trying to act very proper still, but is stumbling and slurring just enough to get tongues wagging.
He gently takes her arm and when she turns and sees him, the look of gratitude on her face is enough to cause a smile to erupt on his face. He takes her back to the kitchen for a glass of water, which sobers her up only a little because the next thing he knows, she’s flying at him, all lips and hands and oh, dear God, he was getting hard from her pushing up against him. This is, well, less then comfortable.
She mumbles something in his ear about forsaking paths and destinies and to stop fighting…something, he doesn’t quite catch the last part as she’s pulled him to the tiled kitchen floor where just anyone could walk in, and how is it that he’s suddenly the one who cares about appearances. He stays stock still for as long as possible, hoping that she’ll either come to her senses or pass out.
Neither happens of course, but when her slender hand sneaks down the front of his pants and he can feel her other hand at the back of his neck, he realizes that he was a goner from the moment he’d seen her out there, among Caroline Kennedy and Vera Wang. He crushes her into him, wrapping his arms around her, finally, finally, as if accepting some awful truth.
*
Two days later at school, she pulls him into a hug behind a door. “Thank you for taking care of me.” She smiles, almost genuinely, and he can’t tell if she’s really forgotten their little kitchen make-out session or if she is, as usual, just a good showman.
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Fandom: Skins
P/C: Tony/Effy
Rating: PG
Prompt: banister
Her hand slides over the smooth varnish on the banister. She’s back home for the first time in…well, she can’t remember when. She feels like there should be more, but there isn’t. His absence hangs above her, like a rock, waiting to fall.
**
There was a painting once, the only real love story she’s ever seen. It’s a Magritte; a rock hovering above an ocean, a cloud hanging above that. She sees the rock and knows that it is in love, watching it hover where it doesn’t belong like that. But the cloud is all vapor and ice, nothing that could ever be held on to. Just a phase. Just see-through.
**
His voice on the phone is relieved. She doesn’t want to tell him that she’s in love. Love. What a fucking joke.
Her voice shakes when she asks if he can come home soon.
Title: and the rest is rust and stardust
Fandom: Gossip Girl
P/C: Dan/Blair
Rated: PG13
Prompt: hope
Why are you hiding, darling?
(I Talk in a daze, I walk in a maze
I cannot get out, said the starling)
-Vladimir Nabokov
Dan watches everything slip away, everything he’s ever wanted. His father cannot afford Yale, he cannot afford Serena. She waltzes off with billionaire after billionaire and he loses count one day and can’t be bothered to look again. Blair disappeared, after she and S fight one last, completely legendary time and Serena seems to leave New York behind forever.
*
He runs into Blair in the city, at the library. She’s wearing silk that probably cost room and board at NYU for a year (though she's now a socialite, not a student, some kind of Jackie Kennedy, already a page six regular) and huge designer sunglasses that lay against her perfect face, giving the effect of an even frailer Audrey Hepburn. He notices then how thin she is. He leans over her, reading in her sunglasses. “Oh, hi.” She’s nervous, seeing him there. He wonders what he reminds her of.
He returns the greeting, but no other words come after it. She’s reserved and beautiful and achingly, painfully thin. She smiles at him, a tense, smile. He doesn’t know what to make of it. He tells her he’s got to run, not that he actually does. The smile has confused him, created nagging doubts and thoughts in his head.
*
Serena returns his call. She seems slightly impatient over the phone. He asks her only one question and she grows silent.
“You,” she answers and hangs up.
*
Page six is a splash of scandal a week later: Blair Waldorf, Young, Beautiful Heiress Found Dead In Home! . The photos accompanying it are equally salacious. Photos of her and Chuck, her and Nate, her and Serena.
None of them together. But they were never really together then were they?
He’s lost in a maze of insults, never to be repeated, dates that never happened, love letters never written and one particularly torrid fight scene which ended with Chuck bleeding out his nose. He sits down, his head in his hands, not quite sure what he’s mourning anymore.
*
As he left her in the library, she had called after him (despite turned heads, despite whispers of irritation). “Hope I see you again soon, Humphrey.”
“You too, Waldorf.”
Title: but i'll always feel just the same
Fandom: Chronicles of Narnia
P/C: Peter/Lucy
Rated: R
Prompt: forever
When they are older it matters less. He is still always protecting her with his flash and fire, she is always secretly protecting him, in whispers and kindness. She is a small port in the storm for him, somewhere that he can rest.
*
The first time is the hardest. He lays down on her, the full weight of his body contrasting with her small frame. But she has always held him up. He is afraid, ashamed. He admits, abashedly that he has never done anything…well, anything like this before. She is supposed to be younger, as always, but the outside world’s glamour fades between them and it is she who holds him and instructs, showing him how to touch her, to make her cry out. She returns the favor in kind.
*
When they return to England, she is a child again. She is no longer Queen Lucy the Valiant, but rather a little girl, the youngest, the one Peter is always looking out for. She isn’t special. She is only eight and yet…
*
Narnia rushes back like a green and golden dream.
She and Peter hastily make love again, in a glen, not far from where the others sleep. It is fevered and when he comes, making sure not to do so inside her, Peter cries in her ear and it is as if they are again, older, wiser and still making the same mistakes.
They lie together in the tall green grass, watching the sky turn lighter and lighter blue, until it is grey and then morning bursts forth, with pink and gold and red lighting up the sky. She lays her head on his chest.
She guards him silently, while he guards her with all his might. She knows she will love him forever.
Title: there will be a show tonight on trampoline
Fandom: Gossip Girl
P/C: Dan/Blair
Rating: PG 13
Prompt: comfortable
To him, Blair will always be the easiest thing to measure and weigh. It’s become almost comfortable, this lapsed rivalry for Serena’s attention. So it is absolutely insane when he sees her, drunk off her skinny, bitchy, high-horse-riding-ass at a society ball Cece is throwing for Serena.
He’s a cater waiter again, passing around trays of shrimp puffs and bacon wrapped asparagus. She hasn’t eaten anything all night, but he’s seen at least three glasses of champagne slide down her throat. She’s trying to act very proper still, but is stumbling and slurring just enough to get tongues wagging.
He gently takes her arm and when she turns and sees him, the look of gratitude on her face is enough to cause a smile to erupt on his face. He takes her back to the kitchen for a glass of water, which sobers her up only a little because the next thing he knows, she’s flying at him, all lips and hands and oh, dear God, he was getting hard from her pushing up against him. This is, well, less then comfortable.
She mumbles something in his ear about forsaking paths and destinies and to stop fighting…something, he doesn’t quite catch the last part as she’s pulled him to the tiled kitchen floor where just anyone could walk in, and how is it that he’s suddenly the one who cares about appearances. He stays stock still for as long as possible, hoping that she’ll either come to her senses or pass out.
Neither happens of course, but when her slender hand sneaks down the front of his pants and he can feel her other hand at the back of his neck, he realizes that he was a goner from the moment he’d seen her out there, among Caroline Kennedy and Vera Wang. He crushes her into him, wrapping his arms around her, finally, finally, as if accepting some awful truth.
*
Two days later at school, she pulls him into a hug behind a door. “Thank you for taking care of me.” She smiles, almost genuinely, and he can’t tell if she’s really forgotten their little kitchen make-out session or if she is, as usual, just a good showman.
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OTP CENTRAL