fic: whisper 'i love you' (prologue/?)
title: whisper 'i love you'
pairing: crisscolfer
rating: nc-17 (for future chapters)
word count: 500 words (this part)
summary: Chuck has a new best friend and Darren finds himself falling head over heels for something more curious and lovely than he thought could be real.
a/n: basically anderberry in rpf form. for this verse Chris is a year older than Darren, in his freshman year of college while Darren is in senior year at high school. Chuck is in his senior year at college. set in London, inspired by the stunning setting, tone and just everything of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, the movie. thanks to Matty for reading this over for me. love you! song title from Dream a Little Dream, Mamas and the Papas.
prologue ll chapter 1 ll chapter 2 ll chapter 3 ll chapter 4 ll chapter 5 ll chapter 6 ll chapter 7 ll chapter 8 ll chapter 9 ll chapter 10 ll chapter 11 ll chapter 12 ll chapter 13 ll chapter 13 ll chapter 14 ll chapter 15 ll epilogue
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The winter winds whirled relentlessly around the cold London streets, the spray of rain rushing wildly through the icy air as tourists dived for cover, locals rolling their eyes at their efforts. Trying to keep dry in London was like trying to living on the moon or eating shortbread without spilling crumbs.
You could wish as hard as you wanted but it was never gonna happen.
Two local boys sat outside their house, the smaller one tucked into the bus stop seat, his hands curled in the deep pockets of his navy hoody, his older brother sitting beside him, a hat at his feet, his guitar in his capable arms as a practiced melody fell from his lips.
Underground to be the talk of the town
Yes we were kidding underground to be the talk of the town
The flash of a red bus pulled into view, squeaking as it halted at the curb, the doors rushing open with the familiar crank of rusted metal. Passengers filed out and one special boy in particular was pushed to the side a little, unused to the steady onslaught of moving people. London was a busy city and the people stopped for no one.
Fumbling with his suitcase and umbrella, unimpressive and a dreary grey (no contrast to the city of course), the boy struggled and noticing his trouble, both boys sprang to action, the elder one reaching him first and taking the large suitcase from his shivering hands.
“Thank you,” the newcomer said breathlessly, finally managing to pull his umbrella up, although he was already drenched.
“New to the city?” the older brother guessed with a kind smile. The other boy nodded.
“From Clovis,” he supplied. “I’m Chris.”
The other boy let out a low whistle, extending his hand. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you, Chris from Clovis?”
“It’s a…” Chris struggled, shaking his hand, his eyes wide with surprise. “Yeah, it’s a lot different.”
The other boy smiled. “I thought as much. I’m Chuck, by the way.”
“Right,” Chris breathed, still staring up at him with that incredulous expression. “Um… well, I should probably go. Got to… err… be somewhere.”
“Right,” Chuck said with a messy grin. “Until we meet again,” he extended his hand once more and Chris stilled for a beat before shaking it once more. “Welcome to London, Chris from Clovis.”
“Thank you,” Chris said, a crinkly eyed smile splitting over his face before he nodded quickly, grabbing his umbrella and suitcase and heading off down the street.
And as Chuck sat down, still grinning to himself as he picked up his guitar again, his little brother Darren stared after Chris’s figure wistfully until it disappeared from view.
He had seen shooting stars and glistening sun showers. He knew ancient cafés and antique stores and visited every landmark London had to offer.
And in spite of all that, he felt numb.
Chris was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
-- part 1
pairing: crisscolfer
rating: nc-17 (for future chapters)
word count: 500 words (this part)
summary: Chuck has a new best friend and Darren finds himself falling head over heels for something more curious and lovely than he thought could be real.
a/n: basically anderberry in rpf form. for this verse Chris is a year older than Darren, in his freshman year of college while Darren is in senior year at high school. Chuck is in his senior year at college. set in London, inspired by the stunning setting, tone and just everything of Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, the movie. thanks to Matty for reading this over for me. love you! song title from Dream a Little Dream, Mamas and the Papas.
prologue ll chapter 1 ll chapter 2 ll chapter 3 ll chapter 4 ll chapter 5 ll chapter 6 ll chapter 7 ll chapter 8 ll chapter 9 ll chapter 10 ll chapter 11 ll chapter 12 ll chapter 13 ll chapter 13 ll chapter 14 ll chapter 15 ll epilogue
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The winter winds whirled relentlessly around the cold London streets, the spray of rain rushing wildly through the icy air as tourists dived for cover, locals rolling their eyes at their efforts. Trying to keep dry in London was like trying to living on the moon or eating shortbread without spilling crumbs.
You could wish as hard as you wanted but it was never gonna happen.
Two local boys sat outside their house, the smaller one tucked into the bus stop seat, his hands curled in the deep pockets of his navy hoody, his older brother sitting beside him, a hat at his feet, his guitar in his capable arms as a practiced melody fell from his lips.
Underground to be the talk of the town
Yes we were kidding underground to be the talk of the town
The flash of a red bus pulled into view, squeaking as it halted at the curb, the doors rushing open with the familiar crank of rusted metal. Passengers filed out and one special boy in particular was pushed to the side a little, unused to the steady onslaught of moving people. London was a busy city and the people stopped for no one.
Fumbling with his suitcase and umbrella, unimpressive and a dreary grey (no contrast to the city of course), the boy struggled and noticing his trouble, both boys sprang to action, the elder one reaching him first and taking the large suitcase from his shivering hands.
“Thank you,” the newcomer said breathlessly, finally managing to pull his umbrella up, although he was already drenched.
“New to the city?” the older brother guessed with a kind smile. The other boy nodded.
“From Clovis,” he supplied. “I’m Chris.”
The other boy let out a low whistle, extending his hand. “You’re a long way from home, aren’t you, Chris from Clovis?”
“It’s a…” Chris struggled, shaking his hand, his eyes wide with surprise. “Yeah, it’s a lot different.”
The other boy smiled. “I thought as much. I’m Chuck, by the way.”
“Right,” Chris breathed, still staring up at him with that incredulous expression. “Um… well, I should probably go. Got to… err… be somewhere.”
“Right,” Chuck said with a messy grin. “Until we meet again,” he extended his hand once more and Chris stilled for a beat before shaking it once more. “Welcome to London, Chris from Clovis.”
“Thank you,” Chris said, a crinkly eyed smile splitting over his face before he nodded quickly, grabbing his umbrella and suitcase and heading off down the street.
And as Chuck sat down, still grinning to himself as he picked up his guitar again, his little brother Darren stared after Chris’s figure wistfully until it disappeared from view.
He had seen shooting stars and glistening sun showers. He knew ancient cafés and antique stores and visited every landmark London had to offer.
And in spite of all that, he felt numb.
Chris was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
-- part 1