been a while
Drabble time!
For teh_slush because I am not writing Bones/Eliot and this is the next best thing: gen-ish Parker/Hardison/Eliot; Leverage; PG-13. [567 words]
"Why the hell," Eliot says, "am I always the Southerner?"
Hardison gives him the 'are-you-for-reals' look, and goddamn, the fact that Eliot's mentally categorizing Hardison's facial expressions these days still kind of freaks him the fuck out. "I dunno, man, maybe because you're actually from the South?"
"I was a Southern belle once!" Sophie says, sounding entirely too cheerful for someone in the same vicinity as a Parker who is currently wearing way too much tacky gold jewelry and five-inch stiletto heels.
"You're everything anyway, that doesn't count," Eliot mutters. He and Sophie are posing as the son and trophy wife of a Texas oil tycoon, and Nate, in his infinite lack of common decency, has cast Parker as Eliot's trashy fianceé. Eliot and Hardison have a bet going on how long before she snaps and fatally wounds some sleazy businessman with her ridiculously expensive charm bracelet.
"Point is," Eliot goes on, watching Sophie do Parker's eyeshadow - which even he, as a (mostly) straight guy, knows is way too much and also a really ugly color on her - "point is, why isn't Hardison the one doing this, he's much better at pretending to be a jackass."
"Nah, see, if it's you, you don't even have to pretend," Hardison says happily from the tangle of wires where he's set up his equipment. "Also, because I gotta stay here and make sure your ass doesn't get found out when Sophie's not there to cover for you. Also also, because it's funny how much you sound like DeForest Kelley when you go straight-up Southerner like that."
Eliot looks at him blankly.
"Are you seriously telling me you've never seen Star Trek," Hardison says, giving him the look that says 'man-I-thought-we-were-bros'.
"Not really," Eliot says flatly, because Hardison is the geeky fanboy around here, thank you kindly. "I think I saw the new one?"
"...We have got to get you educated," Hardison says.
Before Eliot can snap back that he's educated just fine, Parker says, "I haven't seen Star Trek either." It's all full of that special Parker brand of social awkward and is so obviously a ploy to be included that her lack of subtlety kind of hurts. Hardison grins at her anyway.
"Look," Eliot says, because if the two of them gang up on him it'll be too late, "a Star Trek marathon is not really my idea of-"
"Next Saturday night," Hardison is saying, as if Eliot never even opened his mouth, and now he's got the face that says 'resistance-is-futile'.
"Sounds great!" Parker chirps, like this is her first sleepover ever.
(Based on what Eliot knows about Parker as a kid, he thinks, it actually might be.)
"There!" Sophie says with satisfaction, closing the tube of mascara and slipping it back into her handbag. "We should go, the party's starting in about an hour. Eliot?"
Eliot heaves a longsuffering sigh and takes Parker's arm to escort her and Sophie downstairs to the limo, mentally preparing himself for an evening of headaches. If he's lucky, some of them will be happening to other people.
"The second we get there, I want someone to get me a goddamn mint julep."
"Get it yourself," Parker mutters, casting hateful glances at her shoes, and if Eliot hadn't been there to hold her up she might have broken an ankle on that last step.
Over the comm, Hardison snickers something about being a doctor, not a bricklayer.
"Hardison, if you don't stop calling me Bones I'm going to break yours."
For lyndon_head because I promised it over tacos: Rue/Ahiru; Princess Tutu; PG. [211 words]
It's dark out when Rue makes her way back to the dormitories, but there's no way she can miss the figure sitting, curled up on itself, on the steps of the building next to hers.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Ah?" Ahiru blinks up at her. "Oh, Rue-chan!" She gives Rue a sunny smile, the effect only slightly dampened by how her teeth are chattering. "I came back late again."
"You're locked out?"
Ahiru nods, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. "It's okay. I'm sure someone will come by with a key soon!"
Rue studies the cheerful, innocent optimism in Ahiru's face for a moment. Then she sighs. "I suppose you can sleep on my floor. I have an extra pillow."
"Can't I just sleep in your bed, Rue-chan?"
Rue gives her a disbelieving look. "Of course not!"
"Please?" Ahiru says, and it's so sweet and earnest that Rue doesn't have the heart to push her away. "I promise I won't steal the blankets!"
***
Ahiru steals the blankets.
She also tosses and turns constantly, and twists herself around Rue like some sort of sea creature while she sleeps.
Rue isn't entirely sure why she didn't just kick Ahiru out. It may have something to do with the sweet little smile on the other girl's face when she murmurs, "Good morning, Rue-chan."
And the last of the (very late) reposts from je100's AU challenge:
Title: Rivals
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Nikaido/Senga
Author's Notes: I think this high school girl thing is the default AU in my head.
"Oi." Nikaido pokes Senga's shoulder to get her attention. "Karaoke after school, Miyacchi's paying. D'you wanna go?"
"I can't," Senga sighs. "I've got dance club. Sorry, Nika."
Nikaido slams her locker shut a little more forcefully than normal. "You had dance club yesterday!"
"We're rehearsing for the competition next weekend, you know that," Senga says, looking a little hurt. "What's your problem?"
Nikaido looks away. "I just... don't like the way Yara-senpai looks at you, that's all," she confesses, scowling.
"Awwww." Senga leans over to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. "Don't worry. I like Nika best~."
"Kaoru," Nikaido hisses, and feels her face turn red.
Title: Rhinestones
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Yara/Yamamoto, Yonehana
Author's Notes: You know if Yamaryo was a girl she'd wear sparkly fake nails.
"Hey, Yaracchi, looks like your shadow's back," Yonehana says, snickering.
Yara casually flips her friend off and turns to her kouhai. "What's up, Ryou?"
Yamamoto's face goes slightly pink at the use of her first name. "I was just - um. Are you free this weekend?"
"For...?" Yara prompts, raising an eyebrow.
Yamamoto flails with embarrassment. The sunlight catches in the rhinestones on her fake nails. "Not like - No! I mean, I just wanted you to practice with me. For dance club." She gives Yara a slightly pleading look.
"I think I can make time," Yara says, ruffling Yamamoto's hair. Yamamoto beams.
Yone snickers again.
for my next trick, I will finish either the guy!Gaila/guy!Uhura porn for Ginny or the Taylor/Kelsi prom night porn for Reili. or both.
...don't be surprised if that's a lie and the next thing I post is Leverage OT3 red string fic.
For teh_slush because I am not writing Bones/Eliot and this is the next best thing: gen-ish Parker/Hardison/Eliot; Leverage; PG-13. [567 words]
"Why the hell," Eliot says, "am I always the Southerner?"
Hardison gives him the 'are-you-for-reals' look, and goddamn, the fact that Eliot's mentally categorizing Hardison's facial expressions these days still kind of freaks him the fuck out. "I dunno, man, maybe because you're actually from the South?"
"I was a Southern belle once!" Sophie says, sounding entirely too cheerful for someone in the same vicinity as a Parker who is currently wearing way too much tacky gold jewelry and five-inch stiletto heels.
"You're everything anyway, that doesn't count," Eliot mutters. He and Sophie are posing as the son and trophy wife of a Texas oil tycoon, and Nate, in his infinite lack of common decency, has cast Parker as Eliot's trashy fianceé. Eliot and Hardison have a bet going on how long before she snaps and fatally wounds some sleazy businessman with her ridiculously expensive charm bracelet.
"Point is," Eliot goes on, watching Sophie do Parker's eyeshadow - which even he, as a (mostly) straight guy, knows is way too much and also a really ugly color on her - "point is, why isn't Hardison the one doing this, he's much better at pretending to be a jackass."
"Nah, see, if it's you, you don't even have to pretend," Hardison says happily from the tangle of wires where he's set up his equipment. "Also, because I gotta stay here and make sure your ass doesn't get found out when Sophie's not there to cover for you. Also also, because it's funny how much you sound like DeForest Kelley when you go straight-up Southerner like that."
Eliot looks at him blankly.
"Are you seriously telling me you've never seen Star Trek," Hardison says, giving him the look that says 'man-I-thought-we-were-bros'.
"Not really," Eliot says flatly, because Hardison is the geeky fanboy around here, thank you kindly. "I think I saw the new one?"
"...We have got to get you educated," Hardison says.
Before Eliot can snap back that he's educated just fine, Parker says, "I haven't seen Star Trek either." It's all full of that special Parker brand of social awkward and is so obviously a ploy to be included that her lack of subtlety kind of hurts. Hardison grins at her anyway.
"Look," Eliot says, because if the two of them gang up on him it'll be too late, "a Star Trek marathon is not really my idea of-"
"Next Saturday night," Hardison is saying, as if Eliot never even opened his mouth, and now he's got the face that says 'resistance-is-futile'.
"Sounds great!" Parker chirps, like this is her first sleepover ever.
(Based on what Eliot knows about Parker as a kid, he thinks, it actually might be.)
"There!" Sophie says with satisfaction, closing the tube of mascara and slipping it back into her handbag. "We should go, the party's starting in about an hour. Eliot?"
Eliot heaves a longsuffering sigh and takes Parker's arm to escort her and Sophie downstairs to the limo, mentally preparing himself for an evening of headaches. If he's lucky, some of them will be happening to other people.
"The second we get there, I want someone to get me a goddamn mint julep."
"Get it yourself," Parker mutters, casting hateful glances at her shoes, and if Eliot hadn't been there to hold her up she might have broken an ankle on that last step.
Over the comm, Hardison snickers something about being a doctor, not a bricklayer.
"Hardison, if you don't stop calling me Bones I'm going to break yours."
For lyndon_head because I promised it over tacos: Rue/Ahiru; Princess Tutu; PG. [211 words]
It's dark out when Rue makes her way back to the dormitories, but there's no way she can miss the figure sitting, curled up on itself, on the steps of the building next to hers.
"What are you doing out here?"
"Ah?" Ahiru blinks up at her. "Oh, Rue-chan!" She gives Rue a sunny smile, the effect only slightly dampened by how her teeth are chattering. "I came back late again."
"You're locked out?"
Ahiru nods, wrapping her arms tighter around herself. "It's okay. I'm sure someone will come by with a key soon!"
Rue studies the cheerful, innocent optimism in Ahiru's face for a moment. Then she sighs. "I suppose you can sleep on my floor. I have an extra pillow."
"Can't I just sleep in your bed, Rue-chan?"
Rue gives her a disbelieving look. "Of course not!"
"Please?" Ahiru says, and it's so sweet and earnest that Rue doesn't have the heart to push her away. "I promise I won't steal the blankets!"
***
Ahiru steals the blankets.
She also tosses and turns constantly, and twists herself around Rue like some sort of sea creature while she sleeps.
Rue isn't entirely sure why she didn't just kick Ahiru out. It may have something to do with the sweet little smile on the other girl's face when she murmurs, "Good morning, Rue-chan."
And the last of the (very late) reposts from je100's AU challenge:
Title: Rivals
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Nikaido/Senga
Author's Notes: I think this high school girl thing is the default AU in my head.
"Oi." Nikaido pokes Senga's shoulder to get her attention. "Karaoke after school, Miyacchi's paying. D'you wanna go?"
"I can't," Senga sighs. "I've got dance club. Sorry, Nika."
Nikaido slams her locker shut a little more forcefully than normal. "You had dance club yesterday!"
"We're rehearsing for the competition next weekend, you know that," Senga says, looking a little hurt. "What's your problem?"
Nikaido looks away. "I just... don't like the way Yara-senpai looks at you, that's all," she confesses, scowling.
"Awwww." Senga leans over to kiss her girlfriend on the cheek. "Don't worry. I like Nika best~."
"Kaoru," Nikaido hisses, and feels her face turn red.
Title: Rhinestones
Word Count: 100
Characters/Pairings: Yara/Yamamoto, Yonehana
Author's Notes: You know if Yamaryo was a girl she'd wear sparkly fake nails.
"Hey, Yaracchi, looks like your shadow's back," Yonehana says, snickering.
Yara casually flips her friend off and turns to her kouhai. "What's up, Ryou?"
Yamamoto's face goes slightly pink at the use of her first name. "I was just - um. Are you free this weekend?"
"For...?" Yara prompts, raising an eyebrow.
Yamamoto flails with embarrassment. The sunlight catches in the rhinestones on her fake nails. "Not like - No! I mean, I just wanted you to practice with me. For dance club." She gives Yara a slightly pleading look.
"I think I can make time," Yara says, ruffling Yamamoto's hair. Yamamoto beams.
Yone snickers again.
for my next trick, I will finish either the guy!Gaila/guy!Uhura porn for Ginny or the Taylor/Kelsi prom night porn for Reili. or both.
...don't be surprised if that's a lie and the next thing I post is Leverage OT3 red string fic.