Miniest of fills to tempt other writerstawabidsSeptember 29 2011, 11:42:56 UTC
I didn't know I needed this until I read this prompt.
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The bouncer at the door gave him a reverent nod. Charles ducked under the thin cord that separated the queue from the late-night pedestrians; most of them were attached or signalling taxis at this time of night, but the entrance to Hellfire was still streaming like an uncorked bottle. For a moment Charles was jostled between a clutch of top-heavy ladies with primped hair and a pair of up-and-comings flashing more cash in their cufflinks than they likely spent on their month's rent. Then someone recognised him and the up-and-comings stepped back quickly, one of them herding the ladies to the side so he could pass. He nodded to the man and headed up the stairs to the inner sanctuary of the club.
Red carpets and red curtains cradled the party, and the music was like a blood clot pumping back and forth through his ears. He scanned the room until he spotted Sebastian at a round table, flanked by half-a-dozen girls and one tight-shirted young man. As Charles approached, Sebastian's eyes glanced towards him and then his smiling face inclined to the side and dismissed his entire entourage in a couple of words.
He was alone by the time he stood up to greet Charles with a kiss on the temple - he was adverse to showing more affection than that in a room of friends, each of which by Sebastian's definition was a potential enemy (he had no definition for Charles, though Charles had scoured his mind for it).
"You managed to get on the later flight?" he beamed.
"They found me a spot, after some persuasion," Charles touched his brow. "I couldn't miss your big announcement," he shifted in and slid his hands across Sebastian's waist and down over his buttocks. Let Sebastian's friend-enemies think what they liked, he wasn't afraid of petty human threats, "the moment the world learns of us."
"It will be something of a coup, I hope," Sebastian drained his martini and rested his forearms on Charles' shoulders, his hands linking lightly behind Charles' head. "Are you still concerned?"
"About you? Always."
"About this long game you think I may be playing," Sebastian licked his lower lip. "About the why and the why now. I know you've been tiptoeing through my dreams, Charles," he leaned in to whisper in his ear. "All those memories you're picking up, Russians and bombs and the pentagon, you know they're only litter, don't you?"
"You shan't do anything I disapprove of, Seb," Charles drew back and raised his eyebrows. "You know I can kill you with an afterthought if I think the power is going to your head."
Sebastian's face split into a cutting smile. "It's why I keep you around, my dear."
Re: Miniest of fills to tempt other writerstawabidsSeptember 29 2011, 22:33:28 UTC
Hurrah, thank you! I, like Shaw, intend to remake the world in my image. An image of Charles/Shaw shippers ruling the fandom with an iron fist*! *but not a real iron fist because that would make us vulnerable to Cherik shippers.
Re: Miniest of fills to tempt other writerstawabidsSeptember 29 2011, 22:37:25 UTC
Ha! Maybe a reinforced plastic fist. Thought that doesn't sound nearly as dangerous.
But why can Shaw/Charles and Cherik (and Erik/Shaw because seriously unf) not coexist in peace? We could have garden parties. I think it would be quite lovely.
Re: Miniest of fills to tempt other writerstawabidsSeptember 29 2011, 23:14:20 UTC
whoops, I was indeed the anon above...
Yes, they will all live in the mansion and Erik and Shaw will snark and compete for world domination and occasionally try to murder eah other, and then have hatesex whenever Charles is away, but then he'll come back and be all like, "My friends! Why do you fight? We all love each other." And Erik will reply "threesomes were never an option" but in that he will be quite wrong.
Re: Miniest of fills to tempt other writersintroductorySeptember 29 2011, 22:32:16 UTC
AAAAHHHHHHHH SCREAMING OMG I LOVE THIS
Oh, gosh, all the little details that point to a world we can't really see yet, but we can imagine -- and the dynamic between them, I just can't, this is so deliciously twisted and you are amazing.
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The bouncer at the door gave him a reverent nod. Charles ducked under the thin cord that separated the queue from the late-night pedestrians; most of them were attached or signalling taxis at this time of night, but the entrance to Hellfire was still streaming like an uncorked bottle. For a moment Charles was jostled between a clutch of top-heavy ladies with primped hair and a pair of up-and-comings flashing more cash in their cufflinks than they likely spent on their month's rent. Then someone recognised him and the up-and-comings stepped back quickly, one of them herding the ladies to the side so he could pass. He nodded to the man and headed up the stairs to the inner sanctuary of the club.
Red carpets and red curtains cradled the party, and the music was like a blood clot pumping back and forth through his ears. He scanned the room until he spotted Sebastian at a round table, flanked by half-a-dozen girls and one tight-shirted young man. As Charles approached, Sebastian's eyes glanced towards him and then his smiling face inclined to the side and dismissed his entire entourage in a couple of words.
He was alone by the time he stood up to greet Charles with a kiss on the temple - he was adverse to showing more affection than that in a room of friends, each of which by Sebastian's definition was a potential enemy (he had no definition for Charles, though Charles had scoured his mind for it).
"You managed to get on the later flight?" he beamed.
"They found me a spot, after some persuasion," Charles touched his brow. "I couldn't miss your big announcement," he shifted in and slid his hands across Sebastian's waist and down over his buttocks. Let Sebastian's friend-enemies think what they liked, he wasn't afraid of petty human threats, "the moment the world learns of us."
"It will be something of a coup, I hope," Sebastian drained his martini and rested his forearms on Charles' shoulders, his hands linking lightly behind Charles' head. "Are you still concerned?"
"About you? Always."
"About this long game you think I may be playing," Sebastian licked his lower lip. "About the why and the why now. I know you've been tiptoeing through my dreams, Charles," he leaned in to whisper in his ear. "All those memories you're picking up, Russians and bombs and the pentagon, you know they're only litter, don't you?"
"You shan't do anything I disapprove of, Seb," Charles drew back and raised his eyebrows. "You know I can kill you with an afterthought if I think the power is going to your head."
Sebastian's face split into a cutting smile. "It's why I keep you around, my dear."
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This is amazing. You've got them SPOT ON. This is....wow.
Okay. Now I'm tempted to ship the two of them. Perhaps. Thank you for the great work!
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And thank you!
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I did not ship Charles/Shaw until I read this.
This. You. Fucking. This is beautiful and fantastic. I am beyond words.
If you wanted to continue this, I would not complain. At all. Ever.
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*but not a real iron fist because that would make us vulnerable to Cherik shippers.
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Thought that doesn't sound nearly as dangerous.
But why can Shaw/Charles and Cherik (and Erik/Shaw because seriously unf) not coexist in peace?
We could have garden parties. I think it would be quite lovely.
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Yes, they will all live in the mansion and Erik and Shaw will snark and compete for world domination and occasionally try to murder eah other, and then have hatesex whenever Charles is away, but then he'll come back and be all like, "My friends! Why do you fight? We all love each other." And Erik will reply "threesomes were never an option" but in that he will be quite wrong.
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Oh, gosh, all the little details that point to a world we can't really see yet, but we can imagine -- and the dynamic between them, I just can't, this is so deliciously twisted and you are amazing.
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You should hang out at lovedoktor where the users ship Shaw. Shh, just ship.
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Oh, oh I will definitely dip my feet in when I get a chance.
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Oh my god I love you I mean wait that's creepy uh.
=DDDDDDDDD
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