Fic in Progress-feedback wanted <3
Hey, in honor of The Ox's birthday, I decided I would post the prologue and first half of the first chapter of my fic-in-progress. I'm hoping for some inspiration, so any feedback, good or bad, is much appreciated. <3
The opening is in this post, the other part I'll post later today.
Title: And That Makes You Dangerous
Rating: R overall (drug use, swearing, and a wee bit of naughty)
Pairing: John/Keith (hints of Pete/John throughout)
Era: Lifehouse sessions (early 1971)
Warnings: AU-takes place as normal history, except for the bands’ relationships (i.e. no marriages yet). Oh, and Angst. Mmm…
Summary: John finds that he's missing Keith more than usual after the most recent tour. He tries to analyze why. Soul searching ensues.
Disclaimer: Of course, this didn't occur, but it makes for a good story. Oh, and I don't make money from this. Man, that would rock.
Author's Notes: I told myself I'd never do this, but I can't avoid the writing bug once it's hit. I haven't written in years, so I'm anxious about it. This story, and some others to follow, will take place in this timeline, which is to be taken as basically the same as actual history to that point, with the exception of the bands’ relationships. In other words: no one is married. I wanted to concentrate on story.
As for the story...well, I feed on angst like a vampire on blood, so it's going to be a bit dark. I was inspired by John's tendency to reveal his thoughts and emotions in his songs, even when he would otherwise hide them. The title, and all the chapters, take inspiration from some of his songs (Who ones for now, maybe his solo stuff later). This is what happens when I get high and listen to The Who. *sigh*
And I apologize in advance to all the Roger fans. For some reason, I'm having a hard time grasping his character, and I had trouble finding something for him to do in this story. : (
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Prologue:
“Save me, I’m falling. From the top of the page to the next line.” -You
Alone again.
That's all John Entwistle could think of as he stepped in the door of his enormous home. No tour, no work, and today, no Moon.
The Who had finished up the tour for Tommy, and although he knew they'd be back in the studio any time now to work on Pete's big new project, the few days off he'd had so far had been difficult. After months of time on the road with Moon, the quiet seemed so oppressive.
Keith Moon. Drummer. Friend. Absolute madman. Partner in crime. There was no one better to spend his time with. They'd become so close over the years, it felt as if he knew the man inside and out.
It was an easy friendship, John thought, as he walked into the kitchen and poured himself some wine. Those were never easy for him, but Moon seemed to be an exception to all the rules. When they were together, John smiled, laughed, had the best times of his life. He delighted in instigating mayhem with his friend. It was just so easy to enjoy himself when they were together.
It was just a bonus that they also happened to play together just as well as they got along. Moon made the live shows fun, and the studio work a riot. Sure, he required babysitting, but John was obviously good at that. He did room with him after all.
John stopped for a moment, mid stride toward the closest sofa, and thought about that again. He knew now that they'd not be sharing a room anymore. There was no longer a need. They could afford a suite each now.
*God, that'll be boring as hell...* he thought to himself as he continued his trek to a comfortable seat, glass in one hand, bottle in the other. Sure, it would be a bit quieter, but surely that would be an improvement. It wasn't like they wouldn't still go out on 'adventures,' as Moon put it.
They'd just go home separately.
Since when was a hotel room considered home?
John pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting off a coming headache. His thoughts had become increasingly more alarming as the recent few weeks had passed. He spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about ways to be around the younger man. Why this was, he couldn't say. He supposed when you spent so much time in the company of a select few people, and a lot of time among large crowds, being alone for extended periods could seem a bit intimidating. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?
So why did he feel a growing hole inside of him as the days passed?
The opening is in this post, the other part I'll post later today.
Title: And That Makes You Dangerous
Rating: R overall (drug use, swearing, and a wee bit of naughty)
Pairing: John/Keith (hints of Pete/John throughout)
Era: Lifehouse sessions (early 1971)
Warnings: AU-takes place as normal history, except for the bands’ relationships (i.e. no marriages yet). Oh, and Angst. Mmm…
Summary: John finds that he's missing Keith more than usual after the most recent tour. He tries to analyze why. Soul searching ensues.
Disclaimer: Of course, this didn't occur, but it makes for a good story. Oh, and I don't make money from this. Man, that would rock.
Author's Notes: I told myself I'd never do this, but I can't avoid the writing bug once it's hit. I haven't written in years, so I'm anxious about it. This story, and some others to follow, will take place in this timeline, which is to be taken as basically the same as actual history to that point, with the exception of the bands’ relationships. In other words: no one is married. I wanted to concentrate on story.
As for the story...well, I feed on angst like a vampire on blood, so it's going to be a bit dark. I was inspired by John's tendency to reveal his thoughts and emotions in his songs, even when he would otherwise hide them. The title, and all the chapters, take inspiration from some of his songs (Who ones for now, maybe his solo stuff later). This is what happens when I get high and listen to The Who. *sigh*
And I apologize in advance to all the Roger fans. For some reason, I'm having a hard time grasping his character, and I had trouble finding something for him to do in this story. : (
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Prologue:
“Save me, I’m falling. From the top of the page to the next line.” -You
Alone again.
That's all John Entwistle could think of as he stepped in the door of his enormous home. No tour, no work, and today, no Moon.
The Who had finished up the tour for Tommy, and although he knew they'd be back in the studio any time now to work on Pete's big new project, the few days off he'd had so far had been difficult. After months of time on the road with Moon, the quiet seemed so oppressive.
Keith Moon. Drummer. Friend. Absolute madman. Partner in crime. There was no one better to spend his time with. They'd become so close over the years, it felt as if he knew the man inside and out.
It was an easy friendship, John thought, as he walked into the kitchen and poured himself some wine. Those were never easy for him, but Moon seemed to be an exception to all the rules. When they were together, John smiled, laughed, had the best times of his life. He delighted in instigating mayhem with his friend. It was just so easy to enjoy himself when they were together.
It was just a bonus that they also happened to play together just as well as they got along. Moon made the live shows fun, and the studio work a riot. Sure, he required babysitting, but John was obviously good at that. He did room with him after all.
John stopped for a moment, mid stride toward the closest sofa, and thought about that again. He knew now that they'd not be sharing a room anymore. There was no longer a need. They could afford a suite each now.
*God, that'll be boring as hell...* he thought to himself as he continued his trek to a comfortable seat, glass in one hand, bottle in the other. Sure, it would be a bit quieter, but surely that would be an improvement. It wasn't like they wouldn't still go out on 'adventures,' as Moon put it.
They'd just go home separately.
Since when was a hotel room considered home?
John pinched the bridge of his nose, fighting off a coming headache. His thoughts had become increasingly more alarming as the recent few weeks had passed. He spent an inordinate amount of time thinking about ways to be around the younger man. Why this was, he couldn't say. He supposed when you spent so much time in the company of a select few people, and a lot of time among large crowds, being alone for extended periods could seem a bit intimidating. Nothing out of the ordinary, right?
So why did he feel a growing hole inside of him as the days passed?