Under Our Roof (1a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 02:01:22 UTC
AN: I’m trying out some first-person and a non-linear structure. So, the POV will switch from Canada to America to England and some of the narration will jump around in time. Hopefully, this will make sense and not, um… suck. Yeah.
Matthew
What was I looking for up there?
I paused at the top of the stairs, leaned forward and stared into the blurriness of the world without my glasses. I heard something and it made me stop. I put my hand on the banister, peered down first one end of the darkened hallway, and then the other.
Toothpaste. The bathroom downstairs was all out of toothpaste and I forgot to brush my teeth earlier, so I needed to get some. That's why I was upstairs that night.I dug my bare toes into the carpet and made myself ignore the childish fear that made me want to turn on every light and destroy every corner of darkness in the house. I took a deep breath and debated simply returning to my bed
( ... )
Under Our Roof (12a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 04:45:04 UTC
Alfred
I woke up alone after the first night. I blinked up at the stucco and felt my strange, new body, sticky and naked and quietly aching.
“Arthur?” The name was thrilling. He was still my father, but I wasn’t a child, and he allowed me to use his real name.
He didn’t answer.
I got to my feet and walked to the bathroom. I pushed open the door and saw Arthur in a pair of pajama bottoms, sitting on the toilet lid, his head buried in his hands. He looked up at me briefly, his expression agonized, and then he looked back down.
“Alfred,” he croaked. “Alfred. Oh, God…”
“What’s wrong?” I knelt in front of him, tried to meet his eyes.
What do you think is wrong? You just slept with your father. Incest. That’s what’s wrong.“Oh, God,” Arthur repeated. “I’m so sorry, Alfred
( ... )
Under Our Roof (13/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 04:47:10 UTC
ArthurIt was a little past midnight when the door was quietly opened. I reached over from my armchair and turned on the light, revealing Matthew standing in front of the door, stock-still, eyes full of panic, tightly clutching his backpack
( ... )
Under Our Roof (14a/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 04:49:47 UTC
AlfredIt was Saturday, but I woke up early, because Arthur wasn’t there in my bed with me. I sat up, yawned, scrubbed at my eyes, and walked to the bathroom. There was a note taped to the mirror
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Under Our Roof (14b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 04:52:31 UTC
Matt leaned over the bed, with his elbows on the gym bag. He sighed again. “I know, Al.”
He let me pull him into a hug this time. He clutched my back and slumped tiredly against me.
“You won’t tell?” I murmured.
I felt him nod. “I’m going to forget,” he said flatly.
Me? Will you forget me, brother? Maybe you should. That would be better. I’m sorry, Mattie. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.We both jumped at the sudden car honk from outside, but there was an undertone of excitement in Matt’s voice when he said, “That’s Miguel. I’ve got to go
( ... )
Re: Under Our Roof (14b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 05:53:16 UTC
So, anon. Are you perhaps also the author of the US/UK brother incest thing?
Oh poor Matt, he just. That's just trauma. And being turned on by it oh my. If he hadn't left, I wonder how it would have gone?
Man, I'm kinda O_o at Alfred. That's just...direct man. Someone mentioned to me that what they found so wrong with incest was not quite the "blood of my blood" thing or even the possibility of deformed children, but it was the power imbalance. That the older was forcing the younger using his authority. But in this case Alfred pretty much reversed that. He just...took control.
I do hope both brothers and Arthur find their happiness.
same anon as before
anonymous
April 6 2010, 06:12:36 UTC
XD I wouldn't worry to much anon, it's deliciously dark and their are far more disturbing fills out there. I myself am working on a UK/US, UK/Canada, UK/US/Canada shota, so I have no moral ground whatsoever.
(I love that Alfred LOVES the wrongness of it. It's like he revels in it, almost.)
And why am I rooting for Arthur and Alfred? Oh brain.
Re: Under Our Roof (14b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 06:10:00 UTC
God, anon, this was just fantastic; I actually found the psychology here believable, which I usually don't in this kind of story. Man, that was a lot to absorb all at once; I think I'm going to reread later and leave more detailed comments later.
For now, I'm just ... really glad Matt has Miguel to fall back on; especially when Miguel was actually smart enough to kind of, er, refuse Matt's advances/offer of a continuation after he was done crying. GJ, Miguel.
Matt's kind of "invisibility" in this story made me so sad, though; he must feel so dispensable to his own family, when none of them entirely want him there. T_T
Re: Under Our Roof (14b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 07:37:16 UTC
5b was also posted twice, just an FYI.
I...liked this. More than I should, probably, but I had no trouble at all following it. I'm so glad Matthew had someone as his anchor, so he has a chance at a happy ending. What a horribly dysfunctional family, written so gorgeously. I really liked the style this was written in.
Re: Under Our Roof (14b/14)
anonymous
April 6 2010, 09:13:10 UTC
This was amazing, in its own little twisted ways. And I wasn't even supposed to feel this giddy reading all of this, but I was. And just like the first commenter anon up there, I thought that you were the same anon as that US/UK brother incest fill too.
It was written so beautifully. There's too many guilty pleasures, too many mysteriousness and my heart clenches for Mattie. Poor him, walking in on his daddy and brother. ;3;
I would love to comment more, but my brain is currently having a high over this, which is wrong and right at the same time. asdgadfg, my moral, where has it gone too?
Love this so goddamn much. ♥
Captcha says: memorial savin. Oh shit, yes, Captcha! I will do as thee says and saving this fill like mad! ^^7
Matthew
What was I looking for up there?
I paused at the top of the stairs, leaned forward and stared into the blurriness of the world without my glasses. I heard something and it made me stop. I put my hand on the banister, peered down first one end of the darkened hallway, and then the other.
Toothpaste. The bathroom downstairs was all out of toothpaste and I forgot to brush my teeth earlier, so I needed to get some. That's why I was upstairs that night.I dug my bare toes into the carpet and made myself ignore the childish fear that made me want to turn on every light and destroy every corner of darkness in the house. I took a deep breath and debated simply returning to my bed ( ... )
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I woke up alone after the first night. I blinked up at the stucco and felt my strange, new body, sticky and naked and quietly aching.
“Arthur?” The name was thrilling. He was still my father, but I wasn’t a child, and he allowed me to use his real name.
He didn’t answer.
I got to my feet and walked to the bathroom. I pushed open the door and saw Arthur in a pair of pajama bottoms, sitting on the toilet lid, his head buried in his hands. He looked up at me briefly, his expression agonized, and then he looked back down.
“Alfred,” he croaked. “Alfred. Oh, God…”
“What’s wrong?” I knelt in front of him, tried to meet his eyes.
What do you think is wrong? You just slept with your father. Incest. That’s what’s wrong.“Oh, God,” Arthur repeated. “I’m so sorry, Alfred ( ... )
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He let me pull him into a hug this time. He clutched my back and slumped tiredly against me.
“You won’t tell?” I murmured.
I felt him nod. “I’m going to forget,” he said flatly.
Me? Will you forget me, brother? Maybe you should. That would be better. I’m sorry, Mattie. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.We both jumped at the sudden car honk from outside, but there was an undertone of excitement in Matt’s voice when he said, “That’s Miguel. I’ve got to go ( ... )
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Oh poor Matt, he just. That's just trauma. And being turned on by it oh my. If he hadn't left, I wonder how it would have gone?
Man, I'm kinda O_o at Alfred. That's just...direct man. Someone mentioned to me that what they found so wrong with incest was not quite the "blood of my blood" thing or even the possibility of deformed children, but it was the power imbalance. That the older was forcing the younger using his authority. But in this case Alfred pretty much reversed that. He just...took control.
I do hope both brothers and Arthur find their happiness.
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(I love that Alfred LOVES the wrongness of it. It's like he revels in it, almost.)
And why am I rooting for Arthur and Alfred? Oh brain.
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For now, I'm just ... really glad Matt has Miguel to fall back on; especially when Miguel was actually smart enough to kind of, er, refuse Matt's advances/offer of a continuation after he was done crying. GJ, Miguel.
Matt's kind of "invisibility" in this story made me so sad, though; he must feel so dispensable to his own family, when none of them entirely want him there. T_T
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I...liked this. More than I should, probably, but I had no trouble at all following it. I'm so glad Matthew had someone as his anchor, so he has a chance at a happy ending. What a horribly dysfunctional family, written so gorgeously. I really liked the style this was written in.
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It was written so beautifully. There's too many guilty pleasures, too many mysteriousness and my heart clenches for Mattie. Poor him, walking in on his daddy and brother. ;3;
I would love to comment more, but my brain is currently having a high over this, which is wrong and right at the same time. asdgadfg, my moral, where has it gone too?
Love this so goddamn much. ♥
Captcha says: memorial savin. Oh shit, yes, Captcha! I will do as thee says and saving this fill like mad! ^^7
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Well done, Anon.
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