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Comment Fic Friday

So it's Friday here, but a nervy one as Cyclone Lusi heads for NZ... and we're preparing for the worst, but hoping it will spin past us at the last moment. Anyway, I thought I better post this now, in case there's an issue with the power once the storm arrives.

<comment fic friday-med

The only rules are:

1. Use the subject line of your comment to show us the fandom, rating, character/s or pairing, and title if you have one, like so: H50, Steve/Danny, PG-13, Simply the Best
2. As long as it fits in a comment (around 750 words) or two, we want to see it here.



Be careful what you wish for...


You know the one? Someone wants or hopes for something, but when their prayer is answered, it's not quite what they expected. Any fandom (or none), any rating, any character/s, any style! Go create!



And once again, I'm opening it up to icons, so if you feel like playing with it and you are a graphics maker, go for it! As many icons as you can fit in a comment, or just one or two is fine.

Comments

( 15 comments — Leave a comment )
bluedelft
Mar. 14th, 2014 11:07 am (UTC)
Stay safe!!!!!
haldoor
Mar. 14th, 2014 11:09 am (UTC)
Thanks, love! It hasn't hit yet - keeping my fingers crossed! *hugs*
seshat0120
Mar. 14th, 2014 12:30 pm (UTC)
Stay safe and I hope it's not too bad.
haldoor
Mar. 14th, 2014 11:48 pm (UTC)
Thanks! So far it's fairly mild, but we'll see what the rest of the weekend brings. ;-)
seshat0120
Mar. 15th, 2014 01:30 am (UTC)
Hope it doesn't get much worse.
asphaltcowgrrl
Mar. 14th, 2014 04:43 pm (UTC)
YIKES! Keep your head down!
haldoor
Mar. 14th, 2014 11:49 pm (UTC)
Definitely good advice that I'm following this weekend! Thanks! ;-)
asphaltcowgrrl
Mar. 14th, 2014 05:43 pm (UTC)
Original fic, PG, Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell, Wishes Come True… Sometimes
So - what the heck. Have some original fic for this Friday AM.
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When he was young, he’d wished for a handsome man. One with abs of steel and a jaw carved from marble. When he was older, he’d dreamed of a man who was smart and worldly. One who had traveled the globe and learned the secrets of the ancients. More recently, he desired an honest man with a job and a sense of humor. Everything else was a bonus.

What Ethan found instead was Travis Murphy.

Travis wasn’t anything like what he’d wished for all those years ago. Although he was handsome – very much so – and intelligent, he was also a royal pain in the ass who loved to torment him. And no amount of Irish charm or Latino good looks could save him this morning.

Ethan entered the living room, looking around at the chaos his lover had created on the floor, coffee table, and every available flat surface. “What the hell happened in here?”

Travis looked up from the pile of papers in front of him, flashing a quick grin. “Oh hey, you’re up. I was just organizing some things.”

“Some… things?” He looked around again, wondering what a large organization would look like and repressed a shudder at the thought. His innate OCD tendencies were rearing their ugly heads again, it seemed. “Would you like some help?”

“Naw,” Travis said without looking up. “I got it. You go… play in the garden or something.”

His tongue slipped out, unconsciously tracing the curve of his lower lip. Feeling his fists clench at his sides, Ethan offered, “Please let me help you. It’ll go faster.”

“Nope.” Travis gave him a quick glance before focusing on the papers he was sorting. “I said I had it. Also, these are the notes, research, copy edits, and other stuff from my last novel. I need to get it sorted, filed, and put in storage. You wouldn’t know a copy edit from lunch order. No offense, baby.”

“None taken,” he assured him, knowing the truth of that. “But…”

“But nothing. Take a chill pill, detective, and get off my back.”

Travis was engrossed in the task at hand and didn’t spare so much as a peek in his direction. Ethan continued to watch the piles grow larger, the mess more chaotic, the need to fix this growing inside him. “Travis…”

“Shut it, McDowell and go outside. Get some sun and fresh air. Quit obsessing.” He stopped sorting pages and looked up fully, catching his lover’s eyes on him. “Eath, seriously, stop. I’m almost done sorting, these are the last of them. After that, filing and getting the folders in boxes won’t take long at all.”

“I can’t help it,” he growled. “I like things neat and orderly and in their place. And this, today, so soon after waking up is making me crazy! Why do this now and not when I’m working?”

He offered up a careless shrug. “Couldn’t sleep and couldn’t write so I thought I’d tackle something I’d been putting off. That’s usually enough to get me back to work.” Placing the last couple sheets onto various piles, he brushed his hands together, triumphant. “See? All sorted. Why don’t you go into town and get us some breakfast? By the time you get back, I should be done.”

“Smartest thing you’ve said all morning,” Ethan said, looking around for his shoes. “Uh, Travis? Have you seen my sneakers?”

“Over there.” He pointed towards the front door and a pile of miscellaneous footwear.

“I’m going to murder you when I get home, just so you know.” He made his way carefully around the teetering stacks of papers until he got to the entryway. Finding two matching shoes belonging to him, he struggled to get them on his feet.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Travis said.

“You should be. I was a homicide detective for years. I know how to get rid of a body.”

Travis gave him a crooked, cocky grin. “Yeah, but you love me and would be lost without me.”

Asshole was right. “Shut up. I’ll be back and this place better be clean!”

“Whatever,” Travis replied, grinning as Ethan left the house.


Hearing his truck pull out of the drive, Travis let the laughter out. “I shouldn’t screw with him like that, but he makes himself such an easy target sometimes.” Shoving a pile of papers into a folder, he started humming and filing.

Just wouldn’t do to have his boy come home to a mess now, would it?
haldoor
Mar. 14th, 2014 11:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Original fic, PG, Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell, Wishes Come True… Sometimes
I love this! Awesome work! ;-)
asphaltcowgrrl
Mar. 17th, 2014 04:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Original fic, PG, Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell, Wishes Come True… Sometimes
Thank you! I appreciate you reading and commenting. :)
kaige68
Mar. 17th, 2014 08:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Original fic, PG, Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell, Wishes Come True… Sometimes
This is excellent! Very clear. I'm loving these two!
asphaltcowgrrl
Mar. 17th, 2014 10:13 pm (UTC)
Re: Original fic, PG, Travis Murphy/Ethan McDowell, Wishes Come True… Sometimes
Thank you! I'm really fond of these two nutjobs, so glad you like them as well. :)
agdhani
Jun. 23rd, 2015 02:30 pm (UTC)
haldoor
Jun. 28th, 2015 01:34 am (UTC)
Oh wow, you hit me again. Talk about the power in a few carefully chosen words. Excellent. ;-)
agdhani
Jun. 28th, 2015 04:04 pm (UTC)
thanks so much :)
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