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wolfanfics) wrote2009-05-06 11:31 am
wolfanfics) wrote2009-05-06 11:31 am
Drabbly things from Dreamwidth
Reposted from mah writing comm over at Dreamwidth. Posted here because, well, it fitted better here than my LJ fic journal and you guys know what I'm talking about. Feel speschul, people. :P
I know it's been months, but uni took over my life and my PC got sick and I shall endeavour to fix it and work on some more Glass House over semester break.
And post those Glitter planning notes I was writing before to illustrate how annoying that fic is. Will get to that at some point. Once I've cleared all my assignments. :P
Drabbles written for dailyprompt@dreamwidth.
General warnings: bit of language and boykissing.
Rating: FRT
Fandom/s: The Chaser
Other: Original fiction (Wild West Heroes/Rainbow Nation)
May 1st – “Argument for no reason”
The Chaser – random Craig/Andrew
Craig stared at the ground. Andrew was making no sense. Craig looked up at him as he thought of his reply. Shirtless Andrew was standing there looking petulant. They were arguing over a shirt. Andrew held it in his hand, unwilling to give it up. Craig was left wondering why this was suddenly an issue. There was only one shirt they had ever shared and this wasn't it.
"Okay, I have no idea what you just said. Since when do we argue about wardrobe?" Crag said.
"But I like that shirt. You wore it last week," Andrew said.
"Andrew. It's a shirt. It's not even yours. Why the sudden need to wear this shirt right at this very moment?" Craig said.
Andrew shifted and stepped close to him. "Because you look really cute when you're angry and confused," he murmured.
"Andrew, just stop being a prima donna and give me the bloody shirt," Craig said.
Andrew sighed and handed it over. "Fine. But don't think you're coming home with me tonight," he said.
"Just get dressed and stop being a girl. You won't pout better than Chas no matter how often you practice on me," Craig said.
Andrew scowled and went to retrieve the shirt he was supposed to be wearing, silently plotting revenge and a way to coax him home with him. He'd get that shirt one way or another.
May 2nd - “Moonlight”
Wild West Heroes/Rainbow Nation Fic – Starlight/Centaurus (original fic)
Starlight left the tavern and stepped into the quiet night. He was tired of company. The stars, now they were good company. He'd had enough of the town for one night. He found his mount and sped off back to his camp.
Centaurus stepped out of their little cabin as Starlight arrived. He'd been inside, having not felt like going out to town with Starlight. Starlight left his mount by the cabin and went to greet him.
"You're back early. It's barely midnight," Centaurus said.
"Nah, Henry passed out and I got sick of the crowds. Shall we sit out for a while? I miss the stars," Starlight said.
"Take a seat. I'll get some tea," Centaurus said.
Starlight gave him a quick kiss before heading over to the dying fire. He sat down in the dirt, appreciating what warmth he could get from the flames. In the quiet semi-desert, the stars could be heard clearly. Starlight calmed, settled by their presence and their words. Centaurus soon returned and sat beside him, handing him a mug of hot tea.
"So, what are the stars saying tonight?" Centaurus said.
"Crux is talking. He says nothing stays the same, that everything changes eventually. I don't know what he means. The moon is also worried. I don't like this at all. Even Corvus is worried, and she never worries," Starlight said.
Centaurus brought an arm around his shoulders. "Night like this though, nothing can hide. Moon's too bright. Are we travelling soon?"
"Maybe. Cetus will carry us. Vela will watch over us," Starlight said.
"Bout time. Seems like a good time to move on," Centaurus said.
May 3rd – “Waking Up”
The Chaser – uni!era Charles/Andrew (circa 1996)
The sun's been up for some time now, but Andrew's still asleep. The darkened room cocoons them from the growing heat of the morning. It's been a warm night, though in spite of this Andrew is still curled up in the sheet as if the room is freezing.
Charles lies there, surprised to find Andrew still dreaming. Andrew's usually a morning person, up at dawn and all that shit, long before Charles has even thought about getting up.
Charles smiles at him and gently brushes his long hair out of his eyes. Andrew sleeps on, oblivious to the world. Charles rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling. Uni doesn't start for another month. Plenty of time to relax and lie in bed together. He glances at the clock. It's just after 9am.
"Another hour's sleep wouldn't hurt," Charles murmurs.
"It will if you keep moving around," comes Andrew's muffled voice from under the sheet.
"You should be up already. It's nearly midday," Charles lies.
"Your point being?" Andrew's voice says.
"We can't just stay here all day," Charles says.
"Why not? Getting up requires effort," Andrew's voice says.
"Lazy bastard. Come here and gimme a kiss," Charles says.
Andrew shifts under the sheet and turns away from him, too content to slip into sleep again as he pulls the pillow under his head. Charles smiles as the sheet slips and reveals his arse. He resists the urge to tease him some more. Charles slips out of bed and leaves him be. Sometimes Andrew just needs to sleep.
May 4th – “Starving”
The Chaser – Andrew Hansen/Charles Firth
Andrew drank his third coffee in a row as he waited for Charles' plane to arrive. He was wired with anticipation. He hadn't physically seen Charles for nearly two years and the separation had hurt like hell. It was possibly the longest time they'd ever been apart, but not for much longer. Charles was finally coming back to Australia for good. If he ever had to go to America again, Andrew vowed to stow away in his luggage and never leave his side.
He looked up at the board above the gate as it suddenly announced Charles' plane had landed. Finally! After so long apart, Andrew would finally be able to hug him, touch him again.
He found the best position possible so he could see Charles emerge and waited. Nothing happened for what seemed like forever until out came the flight attendants who began getting the gate ready for the departing passengers. Soon, they started coming, a trickle becoming a stream, until Andrew spotted him in the midst of them all.
Andrew tried to restrain himself, but his longing was too great. He made his way through the crowd and flung himself into Charles' arms. Charles was startled and a little winded, dropping his bag as he held him back.
"Hey, steady on, mate. I've barely left the fuckin' plane!" Charles said.
Andrew didn't bother replying. In a one-off show of bravery, a sign of how much he'd missed him, Andrew clasped his face and kissed him. He didn't care if they were seen or recognised. Andrew needed him in a way he'd never needed him before. He was hardly aware of the trickle of tears rolling down his cheeks.
They broke apart as the last passengers filed past them. Perhaps the crowds had prevented them from being spotted so they'd avoided danger. In fact, there were very few people around now. Andrew pressed tight against him, using all his strength to hug him.
"Don't you ever leave me alone again. Two years, Charles. I couldn't do it again. Don't ever do it again," Andrew whispered.
"It might be worth it if this is the way I'm greeted when I get back," Charles said.
"You called me twice. In two years. This is the least you deserve," Andrew said. He was aware he was crying then. He hadn't realised he'd be this emotional. Then again, this was Charles and this was his closest friend and really, he should've expected it.
"Oh, Andrew, princess, don't cry. It's okay. I'm back. I'm not going anywhere," Charles said, wiping his tears away. It was the one time Charles resisted the urge to taunt him when he was crying. Sometimes, when he was upset, Andrew needed his sympathetic side as opposed to his obnoxious smartarse side. "Cheer up. I'm not sleeping with you again until you're smiling."
Andrew smiled and kissed him again, less intensely than before. With one final hug, and a promise of sex, Andrew was ready to leave and take his Charles with him.
May 5th - "suppose I never ever met you / suppose we never fell in love"
Wild West Heroes/Rainbow Nation Fic: Starlight/Centaurus (original fic)
Centaurus sat by the fire, watching the embers float into the sky. Starlight was nearby, strumming his guitar quietly. A short combination of chords and Centaurus was reminded of the last place he'd worked, a brothel in the middle of nowhere that catered to men and women. The music was similar to what they played in the lobby, a room furnished in tacky gold-painted decorations and other assorted theatre props. One of the chairs stunk of acetate. No one had ever been able to work out why.
He shivered at the memory. It hadn't been a nice place, hell no brothel was ever a nice place, and Centaurus had nearly been beaten to death on more than one occasion. But he hadn't. Because he fled, like a coward. He'd left his lover, the only sanity he had, and ran, too afraid of his boss to dare show his face again.
What if he'd stayed? How much longer would he have lived if he'd taken that client instead of refusing and fleeing for his life?
Centaurus glanced over at Starlight. He was lost in his own world again, humming softly to the stars as he chanted their names like a mantra.
What if Starlight had been caught after that fateful night? He had run away too and escaped justice. Maybe they were both as bad as each other. Maybe that's why they stayed together.
"...Centaurus, Cetus, Chamaeleon, Compass Star, Dove Star, Southern Crown, Corvus, Crater, Crux, El Dorado, Eris Star, Fornax, Welcome Star, Time, Hydra, Hydrus, Indian Star, Lepus, Libra, Wolf Star, Roof Of The World, Tiny Star, The Unicorn, Flying Star, Grandmother, Infinity..."
Centaurus caught his name and looked over at him as Starlight chanted the names. He didn't really understand his relationship with the stars. Stars were just stars, yet they were his constant companions and he talked to them often.
Centaurus shifted closer to him and rested a hand on his leg. His chanting was almost hypnotic and Centaurus was sure there was something there, though he wasn't sure he hadn't just been sitting in front of the fire for too long.
"I'm glad you're here. I'd be dead otherwise," Centaurus murmured.
Starlight stopped and looked at him. "I know. Grandmother told me. She's looking out for you too," he said.
"Thanks," Centaurus said.
Starlight set his guitar aside and they cuddled up in each other's arms. Centaurus could hear his heart beating slowly in his chest as he leant his head against it.
"It's the sound of eternity. All those stars..." Starlight's voice faded into silence.
Centaurus thought he was probably right as he gazed up into the black sky filled with stars.
May 6th - 'tired'
Good Game - Bajo/Bindi/Junglist
Bajo couldn't remember how long he'd been playing. He had no idea. He'd passed the stage of tiredness and had progressed onto that delirious phase where he stared pointedly at the TV screen and wondered how he was still managing to not die every five minutes.
Indeed, his gaming partner Bindi was approaching similar levels of delirium. He wasn't even sure he was shooting zombies anymore. He was just button-mashing in the hope of hitting something, and that something should die, thank you very much. His eyes hurt. He was going to regret this in the morning, especially since he'd reluctantly agreed to indulge Bajo's zombie shooter obsession, but Bajo's energy had kept him going. Bindi wouldn't have been surprised if he spent the night dreaming of zombies.
Junglist had left them to sleep a few hours ago. He didn't have the energy for all-night gaming, at least not at that present moment. Bajo seemed to thrive on it.
Jung was woken as Bajo cursed at the game, his leet skills finally being pwned by just how absolutely tired he was and he perished in spectacular fashion. Bindi laughed at his suffering before he too perished in a horde of zombies. Then they were both crying out with frustration at how unfair the game was being.
Jung decided it might be a good time to drag his hyperactive friend and their guest to bed already and wandered out to find them.
"Baj. Bajo. You done yet? Cos I could really do with some sleep, and I suspect you could too," Jung said, finding Bajo sitting on the floor, glaring at the screen.
"Stupid game. I was this close to finishing! And then that goddamn zombie had to come up behind me and-" Bajo pretended to strangulate the TV out of frustration.
"Come to bed, monkey. Even you need sleep. The two of you are this close to falling asleep on the carpet," Jung said, reaching down to grab his arm.
"Oh, come on, Jung. I'm not tired," Bajo protested as he resisted the urge to go to bed.
"We should probably go to bed, Bajo. Fuck I'm tired," Bindi said, dropping the controller to the ground. He rubbed his eyes and felt his exhaustion catching up with him.
"It'll still be here in the morning. Bed. Now," Jung said.
Bajo scowled, but decided Jung was probably right. He saved the game and switched it off. They could kill more zombies tomorrow.
"That's a good monkey," Jung said.
Bajo got to his feet, Bindi close behind him. Together, the three of them staggered off to bed, Bajo and Bindi overcome with tiredness now that they weren't sitting in front of the TV anymore. Jung was just glad there would be peace at last.
"Jung-remey, love you," Bajo drawled, reaching up to half-arsedly ruffle his hair.
"Yeah, love you too, man," Junglist said.
Bajo pulled Bindi into a lazy kiss. It was the last thing either did before their brains decided sleep was the priority, not making out. Junglist breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he could get some sleep of his own.
I know it's been months, but uni took over my life and my PC got sick and I shall endeavour to fix it and work on some more Glass House over semester break.
And post those Glitter planning notes I was writing before to illustrate how annoying that fic is. Will get to that at some point. Once I've cleared all my assignments. :P
Drabbles written for dailyprompt@dreamwidth.
General warnings: bit of language and boykissing.
Rating: FRT
Fandom/s: The Chaser
Other: Original fiction (Wild West Heroes/Rainbow Nation)
May 1st – “Argument for no reason”
The Chaser – random Craig/Andrew
Craig stared at the ground. Andrew was making no sense. Craig looked up at him as he thought of his reply. Shirtless Andrew was standing there looking petulant. They were arguing over a shirt. Andrew held it in his hand, unwilling to give it up. Craig was left wondering why this was suddenly an issue. There was only one shirt they had ever shared and this wasn't it.
"Okay, I have no idea what you just said. Since when do we argue about wardrobe?" Crag said.
"But I like that shirt. You wore it last week," Andrew said.
"Andrew. It's a shirt. It's not even yours. Why the sudden need to wear this shirt right at this very moment?" Craig said.
Andrew shifted and stepped close to him. "Because you look really cute when you're angry and confused," he murmured.
"Andrew, just stop being a prima donna and give me the bloody shirt," Craig said.
Andrew sighed and handed it over. "Fine. But don't think you're coming home with me tonight," he said.
"Just get dressed and stop being a girl. You won't pout better than Chas no matter how often you practice on me," Craig said.
Andrew scowled and went to retrieve the shirt he was supposed to be wearing, silently plotting revenge and a way to coax him home with him. He'd get that shirt one way or another.
May 2nd - “Moonlight”
Wild West Heroes/Rainbow Nation Fic – Starlight/Centaurus (original fic)
Starlight left the tavern and stepped into the quiet night. He was tired of company. The stars, now they were good company. He'd had enough of the town for one night. He found his mount and sped off back to his camp.
Centaurus stepped out of their little cabin as Starlight arrived. He'd been inside, having not felt like going out to town with Starlight. Starlight left his mount by the cabin and went to greet him.
"You're back early. It's barely midnight," Centaurus said.
"Nah, Henry passed out and I got sick of the crowds. Shall we sit out for a while? I miss the stars," Starlight said.
"Take a seat. I'll get some tea," Centaurus said.
Starlight gave him a quick kiss before heading over to the dying fire. He sat down in the dirt, appreciating what warmth he could get from the flames. In the quiet semi-desert, the stars could be heard clearly. Starlight calmed, settled by their presence and their words. Centaurus soon returned and sat beside him, handing him a mug of hot tea.
"So, what are the stars saying tonight?" Centaurus said.
"Crux is talking. He says nothing stays the same, that everything changes eventually. I don't know what he means. The moon is also worried. I don't like this at all. Even Corvus is worried, and she never worries," Starlight said.
Centaurus brought an arm around his shoulders. "Night like this though, nothing can hide. Moon's too bright. Are we travelling soon?"
"Maybe. Cetus will carry us. Vela will watch over us," Starlight said.
"Bout time. Seems like a good time to move on," Centaurus said.
May 3rd – “Waking Up”
The Chaser – uni!era Charles/Andrew (circa 1996)
The sun's been up for some time now, but Andrew's still asleep. The darkened room cocoons them from the growing heat of the morning. It's been a warm night, though in spite of this Andrew is still curled up in the sheet as if the room is freezing.
Charles lies there, surprised to find Andrew still dreaming. Andrew's usually a morning person, up at dawn and all that shit, long before Charles has even thought about getting up.
Charles smiles at him and gently brushes his long hair out of his eyes. Andrew sleeps on, oblivious to the world. Charles rolls onto his back and stares at the ceiling. Uni doesn't start for another month. Plenty of time to relax and lie in bed together. He glances at the clock. It's just after 9am.
"Another hour's sleep wouldn't hurt," Charles murmurs.
"It will if you keep moving around," comes Andrew's muffled voice from under the sheet.
"You should be up already. It's nearly midday," Charles lies.
"Your point being?" Andrew's voice says.
"We can't just stay here all day," Charles says.
"Why not? Getting up requires effort," Andrew's voice says.
"Lazy bastard. Come here and gimme a kiss," Charles says.
Andrew shifts under the sheet and turns away from him, too content to slip into sleep again as he pulls the pillow under his head. Charles smiles as the sheet slips and reveals his arse. He resists the urge to tease him some more. Charles slips out of bed and leaves him be. Sometimes Andrew just needs to sleep.
May 4th – “Starving”
The Chaser – Andrew Hansen/Charles Firth
Andrew drank his third coffee in a row as he waited for Charles' plane to arrive. He was wired with anticipation. He hadn't physically seen Charles for nearly two years and the separation had hurt like hell. It was possibly the longest time they'd ever been apart, but not for much longer. Charles was finally coming back to Australia for good. If he ever had to go to America again, Andrew vowed to stow away in his luggage and never leave his side.
He looked up at the board above the gate as it suddenly announced Charles' plane had landed. Finally! After so long apart, Andrew would finally be able to hug him, touch him again.
He found the best position possible so he could see Charles emerge and waited. Nothing happened for what seemed like forever until out came the flight attendants who began getting the gate ready for the departing passengers. Soon, they started coming, a trickle becoming a stream, until Andrew spotted him in the midst of them all.
Andrew tried to restrain himself, but his longing was too great. He made his way through the crowd and flung himself into Charles' arms. Charles was startled and a little winded, dropping his bag as he held him back.
"Hey, steady on, mate. I've barely left the fuckin' plane!" Charles said.
Andrew didn't bother replying. In a one-off show of bravery, a sign of how much he'd missed him, Andrew clasped his face and kissed him. He didn't care if they were seen or recognised. Andrew needed him in a way he'd never needed him before. He was hardly aware of the trickle of tears rolling down his cheeks.
They broke apart as the last passengers filed past them. Perhaps the crowds had prevented them from being spotted so they'd avoided danger. In fact, there were very few people around now. Andrew pressed tight against him, using all his strength to hug him.
"Don't you ever leave me alone again. Two years, Charles. I couldn't do it again. Don't ever do it again," Andrew whispered.
"It might be worth it if this is the way I'm greeted when I get back," Charles said.
"You called me twice. In two years. This is the least you deserve," Andrew said. He was aware he was crying then. He hadn't realised he'd be this emotional. Then again, this was Charles and this was his closest friend and really, he should've expected it.
"Oh, Andrew, princess, don't cry. It's okay. I'm back. I'm not going anywhere," Charles said, wiping his tears away. It was the one time Charles resisted the urge to taunt him when he was crying. Sometimes, when he was upset, Andrew needed his sympathetic side as opposed to his obnoxious smartarse side. "Cheer up. I'm not sleeping with you again until you're smiling."
Andrew smiled and kissed him again, less intensely than before. With one final hug, and a promise of sex, Andrew was ready to leave and take his Charles with him.
May 5th - "suppose I never ever met you / suppose we never fell in love"
Wild West Heroes/Rainbow Nation Fic: Starlight/Centaurus (original fic)
Centaurus sat by the fire, watching the embers float into the sky. Starlight was nearby, strumming his guitar quietly. A short combination of chords and Centaurus was reminded of the last place he'd worked, a brothel in the middle of nowhere that catered to men and women. The music was similar to what they played in the lobby, a room furnished in tacky gold-painted decorations and other assorted theatre props. One of the chairs stunk of acetate. No one had ever been able to work out why.
He shivered at the memory. It hadn't been a nice place, hell no brothel was ever a nice place, and Centaurus had nearly been beaten to death on more than one occasion. But he hadn't. Because he fled, like a coward. He'd left his lover, the only sanity he had, and ran, too afraid of his boss to dare show his face again.
What if he'd stayed? How much longer would he have lived if he'd taken that client instead of refusing and fleeing for his life?
Centaurus glanced over at Starlight. He was lost in his own world again, humming softly to the stars as he chanted their names like a mantra.
What if Starlight had been caught after that fateful night? He had run away too and escaped justice. Maybe they were both as bad as each other. Maybe that's why they stayed together.
"...Centaurus, Cetus, Chamaeleon, Compass Star, Dove Star, Southern Crown, Corvus, Crater, Crux, El Dorado, Eris Star, Fornax, Welcome Star, Time, Hydra, Hydrus, Indian Star, Lepus, Libra, Wolf Star, Roof Of The World, Tiny Star, The Unicorn, Flying Star, Grandmother, Infinity..."
Centaurus caught his name and looked over at him as Starlight chanted the names. He didn't really understand his relationship with the stars. Stars were just stars, yet they were his constant companions and he talked to them often.
Centaurus shifted closer to him and rested a hand on his leg. His chanting was almost hypnotic and Centaurus was sure there was something there, though he wasn't sure he hadn't just been sitting in front of the fire for too long.
"I'm glad you're here. I'd be dead otherwise," Centaurus murmured.
Starlight stopped and looked at him. "I know. Grandmother told me. She's looking out for you too," he said.
"Thanks," Centaurus said.
Starlight set his guitar aside and they cuddled up in each other's arms. Centaurus could hear his heart beating slowly in his chest as he leant his head against it.
"It's the sound of eternity. All those stars..." Starlight's voice faded into silence.
Centaurus thought he was probably right as he gazed up into the black sky filled with stars.
May 6th - 'tired'
Good Game - Bajo/Bindi/Junglist
Bajo couldn't remember how long he'd been playing. He had no idea. He'd passed the stage of tiredness and had progressed onto that delirious phase where he stared pointedly at the TV screen and wondered how he was still managing to not die every five minutes.
Indeed, his gaming partner Bindi was approaching similar levels of delirium. He wasn't even sure he was shooting zombies anymore. He was just button-mashing in the hope of hitting something, and that something should die, thank you very much. His eyes hurt. He was going to regret this in the morning, especially since he'd reluctantly agreed to indulge Bajo's zombie shooter obsession, but Bajo's energy had kept him going. Bindi wouldn't have been surprised if he spent the night dreaming of zombies.
Junglist had left them to sleep a few hours ago. He didn't have the energy for all-night gaming, at least not at that present moment. Bajo seemed to thrive on it.
Jung was woken as Bajo cursed at the game, his leet skills finally being pwned by just how absolutely tired he was and he perished in spectacular fashion. Bindi laughed at his suffering before he too perished in a horde of zombies. Then they were both crying out with frustration at how unfair the game was being.
Jung decided it might be a good time to drag his hyperactive friend and their guest to bed already and wandered out to find them.
"Baj. Bajo. You done yet? Cos I could really do with some sleep, and I suspect you could too," Jung said, finding Bajo sitting on the floor, glaring at the screen.
"Stupid game. I was this close to finishing! And then that goddamn zombie had to come up behind me and-" Bajo pretended to strangulate the TV out of frustration.
"Come to bed, monkey. Even you need sleep. The two of you are this close to falling asleep on the carpet," Jung said, reaching down to grab his arm.
"Oh, come on, Jung. I'm not tired," Bajo protested as he resisted the urge to go to bed.
"We should probably go to bed, Bajo. Fuck I'm tired," Bindi said, dropping the controller to the ground. He rubbed his eyes and felt his exhaustion catching up with him.
"It'll still be here in the morning. Bed. Now," Jung said.
Bajo scowled, but decided Jung was probably right. He saved the game and switched it off. They could kill more zombies tomorrow.
"That's a good monkey," Jung said.
Bajo got to his feet, Bindi close behind him. Together, the three of them staggered off to bed, Bajo and Bindi overcome with tiredness now that they weren't sitting in front of the TV anymore. Jung was just glad there would be peace at last.
"Jung-remey, love you," Bajo drawled, reaching up to half-arsedly ruffle his hair.
"Yeah, love you too, man," Junglist said.
Bajo pulled Bindi into a lazy kiss. It was the last thing either did before their brains decided sleep was the priority, not making out. Junglist breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he could get some sleep of his own.