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mhalachaiThe first entry for the Ficlette Fiasco IV prompts! The rest will come as I write them. I'll probably post those in sets, but I wanted this one up on the weekend.
Mhal's note: These two are so bromance-tasitc. Around 950 words. Set when Harry's 20, no spoilers for the end of the story
"What are you doing?"
Jason looked up as Harry plopped down on the bed, hands full of take-out bags. "Jean-Claude wants to spruce up the Circus. I've decided to help."
"Help with what?" Harry asked, making himself comfortable and jostling Jason's papers all over the bed before opening the many cartons of Chinese food from the brown paper sack.
Jason raised an eyebrow at Harry's preoccupation with the food. "Do you want to know what I'm doing, or are you more interested in inhaling enough MSG to kill a werecow?"
"Food first, I'm starving." Harry jammed a piece of ginger beef into his mouth. "Do you have any idea how tiring it is to spend all day in the presence of three arguing animators, all powerful enough to raise armies of the dead, and not to get anything in edgewise beyond 'yes sir' and 'no sir' and 'would you like me to kiss your ass now sir?'?"
"Why didn't you just leave?" Jason asked, grabbing the chow mein. He looked around, but Harry had the only set of chopsticks. With a mental shrug, Jason scooped up the noodles with his fingers.
"It would have just caused another argument," Harry muttered. "I don’t know what's up with Anita these days, all she wants to do is fight."
"Well, there is that whole thing about Dallas," Jason started, but closed his mouth quickly when Harry brandished the chopsticks at Jason's nose. "Right. Sorry. We don't talk about Dallas."
With one last glare, Harry went back to his meal. "That wasn't my fault," he pointed out, only a little sullen.
"I never said was." When the strain relaxed out of Harry's shoulders, Jason wiped his fingers on a napkin and went back to his papers. "How did Anita feel about you calling her sir all day?"
Harry snorted in laughter, almost choking on a deep-fried wonton. "She told me if I called her that one more time, she was going to fold me up and lock me in the glove box of her car."
"Isn't that sweet?" Jason drawled, relaxing now that the only Alpha in the room wasn't so on edge. "Come on, help me make a decision."
"About what? What is Jean-Claude going to do to this place now?"
"He just wants to 'expand' the Circus," Jason said, adding finger quotes and a bad French accent to emphasize his point. "And since this is America, bigger means better and we already have a haunted house like other fun parks."
"Other fun parks have haunted houses that aren't actually haunted," Harry reminded him. The dark-haired man flipped through the brochures on the bedspread. "How can the Circus top that?"
Jason grinned, feeling like a kid in a candy store. "We get a roller coaster."
Instead of the sputtering outrage Jason half-expected, Harry just frowned. "How big are those things? Would it fit in here?"
Jason waved away the inconsequential detail. He'd let the accountants figure that one out. "It's not the size that matters, only how you use it to increase profit girth." Then Harry's words sunk in. "Wait, you have seen a roller coaster before, right?"
Harry's cheeks went pink. "Yes," he blustered. "On the television. Well, once."
Jason sprang to his feet. "You've never been on a roller coaster?" he demanded. "You’re twenty years old and you've never been on a roller coaster?"
"It's not like we had them on every street corner in England!" Harry snapped back, his face still heated with what Jason realized was embarrassment.
"This can't go on another minute," Jason declared. He checked his watch. "It's not four yet. We can get there and back before the vampires are up for the night. Come on!"
Harry didn't move. "What are you on about?"
Jason closed the food cartons. "I'm taking your virginity tonight. We can finish this when we get back," he said as he shoved the Chinese food into the small fridge in the corner of the room.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Harry backed away from Jason's grabby hands. "I know we're friends, Jason, but I don't think that I'm really into that," Harry stammered.
"Oh god, can you be any more of an idiot?" Jason exclaimed, punching Harry's shoulder. "I'm talking about popping your roller coaster cherry. Your dubious virtue is safe from me, you sexy beast."
Harry shoved Jason hard, and the whole excursion very nearly devolved into a slap-fight right there on the bedroom floor, except that Jason ducked away from the fray to grab his car keys. Harry attempted to regain his dignity by straightening his shirt.
"There's a Six Flags thirty miles from here,” Jason explained. "We show up, ride the roller coaster a few times, you puke into a garbage can, we get a funnel cake and we come home. It'll be fun."
"You have a strange idea of fun," Harry said, reluctantly following Jason out into the hall. The stone corridors below the Circus of the Damned were quiet, hours before the St. Louis summer sunset.
"We can't all spend our days playing magical coffee-boy for the egomaniacs of Animators Inc."
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck you sideways."
"Buy me dinner first," Jason replied with his best flirtatious smile.
"You really do think you're irresistible, don't you?"
"It's all part of my charm," Jason said. He waited until Harry was out of punching range to say, "I hear they have a Six Flags near Dallas, too."
"Jason!"
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Mhal's note: These two are so bromance-tasitc. Around 950 words. Set when Harry's 20, no spoilers for the end of the story
"What are you doing?"
Jason looked up as Harry plopped down on the bed, hands full of take-out bags. "Jean-Claude wants to spruce up the Circus. I've decided to help."
"Help with what?" Harry asked, making himself comfortable and jostling Jason's papers all over the bed before opening the many cartons of Chinese food from the brown paper sack.
Jason raised an eyebrow at Harry's preoccupation with the food. "Do you want to know what I'm doing, or are you more interested in inhaling enough MSG to kill a werecow?"
"Food first, I'm starving." Harry jammed a piece of ginger beef into his mouth. "Do you have any idea how tiring it is to spend all day in the presence of three arguing animators, all powerful enough to raise armies of the dead, and not to get anything in edgewise beyond 'yes sir' and 'no sir' and 'would you like me to kiss your ass now sir?'?"
"Why didn't you just leave?" Jason asked, grabbing the chow mein. He looked around, but Harry had the only set of chopsticks. With a mental shrug, Jason scooped up the noodles with his fingers.
"It would have just caused another argument," Harry muttered. "I don’t know what's up with Anita these days, all she wants to do is fight."
"Well, there is that whole thing about Dallas," Jason started, but closed his mouth quickly when Harry brandished the chopsticks at Jason's nose. "Right. Sorry. We don't talk about Dallas."
With one last glare, Harry went back to his meal. "That wasn't my fault," he pointed out, only a little sullen.
"I never said was." When the strain relaxed out of Harry's shoulders, Jason wiped his fingers on a napkin and went back to his papers. "How did Anita feel about you calling her sir all day?"
Harry snorted in laughter, almost choking on a deep-fried wonton. "She told me if I called her that one more time, she was going to fold me up and lock me in the glove box of her car."
"Isn't that sweet?" Jason drawled, relaxing now that the only Alpha in the room wasn't so on edge. "Come on, help me make a decision."
"About what? What is Jean-Claude going to do to this place now?"
"He just wants to 'expand' the Circus," Jason said, adding finger quotes and a bad French accent to emphasize his point. "And since this is America, bigger means better and we already have a haunted house like other fun parks."
"Other fun parks have haunted houses that aren't actually haunted," Harry reminded him. The dark-haired man flipped through the brochures on the bedspread. "How can the Circus top that?"
Jason grinned, feeling like a kid in a candy store. "We get a roller coaster."
Instead of the sputtering outrage Jason half-expected, Harry just frowned. "How big are those things? Would it fit in here?"
Jason waved away the inconsequential detail. He'd let the accountants figure that one out. "It's not the size that matters, only how you use it to increase profit girth." Then Harry's words sunk in. "Wait, you have seen a roller coaster before, right?"
Harry's cheeks went pink. "Yes," he blustered. "On the television. Well, once."
Jason sprang to his feet. "You've never been on a roller coaster?" he demanded. "You’re twenty years old and you've never been on a roller coaster?"
"It's not like we had them on every street corner in England!" Harry snapped back, his face still heated with what Jason realized was embarrassment.
"This can't go on another minute," Jason declared. He checked his watch. "It's not four yet. We can get there and back before the vampires are up for the night. Come on!"
Harry didn't move. "What are you on about?"
Jason closed the food cartons. "I'm taking your virginity tonight. We can finish this when we get back," he said as he shoved the Chinese food into the small fridge in the corner of the room.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, Harry backed away from Jason's grabby hands. "I know we're friends, Jason, but I don't think that I'm really into that," Harry stammered.
"Oh god, can you be any more of an idiot?" Jason exclaimed, punching Harry's shoulder. "I'm talking about popping your roller coaster cherry. Your dubious virtue is safe from me, you sexy beast."
Harry shoved Jason hard, and the whole excursion very nearly devolved into a slap-fight right there on the bedroom floor, except that Jason ducked away from the fray to grab his car keys. Harry attempted to regain his dignity by straightening his shirt.
"There's a Six Flags thirty miles from here,” Jason explained. "We show up, ride the roller coaster a few times, you puke into a garbage can, we get a funnel cake and we come home. It'll be fun."
"You have a strange idea of fun," Harry said, reluctantly following Jason out into the hall. The stone corridors below the Circus of the Damned were quiet, hours before the St. Louis summer sunset.
"We can't all spend our days playing magical coffee-boy for the egomaniacs of Animators Inc."
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck you sideways."
"Buy me dinner first," Jason replied with his best flirtatious smile.
"You really do think you're irresistible, don't you?"
"It's all part of my charm," Jason said. He waited until Harry was out of punching range to say, "I hear they have a Six Flags near Dallas, too."
"Jason!"
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Date: 2009-06-22 04:43 am (UTC)I'm talking about popping your roller coaster cherry.
LMAO
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Date: 2009-06-22 05:54 am (UTC)This was perfect! I secretly wanted these two, how did you know?! The banter! The aborted slap fight! Alpha tension! Jean-Claude making vampire roller coasters! Harry as the Animators Inc coffee-boy! Virginity! Whatever happened in Dallas! Eating Chinese food on his bed
and then braiding each other's hair like ten year old girls! Chinese food in general! Omg, dropping everything for a five second field trip to Six Flags! And the banter! Love, love, love. This was absolutely delightful in every way possible. And written SO FAST I am reeling.Ha ha, I am making so little sense, but, in conclusion! Thank you so much, this was everything I wanted and then some. Man, I wish I had some Chinese food ...
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Date: 2009-06-22 09:15 am (UTC)So, are we ever going to see a fic about Dallas?
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Date: 2009-06-22 11:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 11:45 am (UTC)I am intrigued. Tell me more.
Also, damnit, now I wanna go to Six Flags!!
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Date: 2009-06-22 12:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 01:33 pm (UTC)Oh, fantastic. I wish I had a roller coaster cherry for Jason to pop.....
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Date: 2009-06-22 01:58 pm (UTC)I'm glad to see the prompt helped your muse along to an "Inevitable" fic. It's remains one of my favorite universes you've created.
Thanks so much for sharing!
Roller Coaster
Date: 2009-06-22 02:06 pm (UTC)Dallas? I can't quite remember if that's a person or a place (I need to check that).
"How did Anita feel about you calling her sir all day?"
Harry snorted in laughter, almost choking on a deep-fried wonton. "She told me if I called her that one more time, she was going to fold me up and lock me in the glove box of her car."
This part really cracked me up. Comments/threats like that Anita in a nutshell. You also got Jason's character down like I've always imaged him. His bromance with Harry is hilarious and at the same time believable. Great job :)
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Date: 2009-06-22 02:24 pm (UTC)"We can't all spend our days playing magical coffee-boy for the egomaniacs of Animators Inc."
"Jason?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck you sideways."
"Buy me dinner first," Jason replied with his best flirtatious smile.
LOVE!
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Date: 2009-06-22 03:06 pm (UTC)Awesome bit to add to the Inevitable 'verse!
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Date: 2009-06-22 05:29 pm (UTC)Anyway, this was really cute! I normally stay as far away as I can from Anita Blake fanfic.... the books are enough fanfic for me, lawl. But this was a very good instance of bromance, companionship, and writing in general.
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Date: 2009-06-22 05:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-23 06:37 am (UTC)...
Seriously, I loved all of the stuff everybody else has already mentoned, so that's what you get. Plus this. --> *HUGGLEGLOMP!*
-- Rosy
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Date: 2009-06-24 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-30 10:46 pm (UTC)(This is Wynkat1313's other account by the way, the one she used to, and might one day use to post stories from again) (no idea why i wrote that in third person.. weird day).
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Date: 2009-07-17 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
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