[Ficlets] Halloween Ficlets Ahoy!
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Am loving all of the goodies that have been posted so far...thought I'd make my own contribution while we're all still feeling Halloween-y. So, here are my trick or treat ficlets for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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not2bscene
Trick or Treat for Mizzmeow
Title: Staying In
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
“Ryan! We need more supplies!” Colin shouted over his shoulder. Ryan dashed into the kitchen, throwing open drawers and cabinets, searching for ammunition with desperation.
“Ry!”
“There's nothing left!” Ryan called back. He abandoned his search and went to back up his partner. Colin was leaning against the front door, his whole weight braced against the wood. He was wrapped in bloody bandages from head to toe, his dark eyes were ringed with black paint making them seem sunken into his skull. Ryan couldn't stop himself from grinning.
“You make a very sexy mummy,” he said.
“Ha ha,” Colin replied dryly. “A little help here, Frankenstein?”
“They're just kids Col. They aren't gonna break the door down.”
“You don't know that,” Colin said, his expression completely serious. “They're all hyped up on sugar and that little girl in the pink tutu is freakishly strong.”
“I'll protect you,” Ryan murmured as he leaned down to steal a kiss. He felt Colin lips curl into a smile and for a moment thought he'd succeeded in his attempt at distraction. It didn't last long. Tiny hands pounded against their door and there was a resounding chorus of
“Trick or Treat!”
“Mm, I have to go buy more candy,” Colin said, pushing Ryan away. Ryan growled deep in his throat and caught Colin by the waist, pulling him back against him. He rubbed his hips provocatively, pressing his hard arousal against Colin's ass. Ryan's tongue traced the exposed shell of his lovers ear.
“How can I convince you to stay?” Ryan said as his hands sought out Colin's own arousal, rubbing him through his clothing.
“Keep doing that and we're gonna ruin our costumes,” Colin gasped, his head falling back to lean against Ryan's shoulder. Both men froze as there came a loud bang against the front door. It was quickly followed by several other loud thuds that made Colin's eyes widen.
“They're egging our house!” He made to open the front door but Ryan pulled him back.
“You can't go out there, Col,” he said against Colin's ear, causing the shorter man to shiver.
“And why not?” Colin demanded. Ryan simply reached down and rubbed his hand over the rather prominent bulge in Colin's bandages. The Canadian's blush was so dark it could be seen even through his make up. Ryan thought it was adorable.
“Seeing as we're trapped in here we might as well make the most of it,” he said. This time when he drew Colin into his arms there was no resistance. The sound of gleeful children attacking their house faded into the background. They had more important things to worry about. Ryan had a mummified Canadian to unwrap and Colin had Frankenstein's monster to screw.
Trick or Treat for Clayangel
Title: War of Attrition
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: vague hint of Colin/Greg/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Funny how the little things can tip you over the edge. For Greg it wasn't the moron of a heckler who just wouldn't give it the fuck up. It wasn't that his agent had wasted precious moments of his life trying to convince him to endorse some crappy product on some crappier channel. It wasn't that he'd fought with his wife, or that she'd stormed out of the house after a particularly cutting remark he hadn't really meant. Hell, he was actually glad to have the house to himself for a change. He would be relaxing if not for the fact that it was fucking Halloween. The neighbourhood kids were apparently all on the march. It felt like a war of attrition. The first few trick or treaters had been met with a polite smile and a handful of candy. After three hours of almost none stop doorbell ringing, Greg had lost the will to be polite. He'd virtually thrown the candy at the last group who'd braved his doorstep. It took all his self control not to tell the little monsters just what they could do with that candy too. After that he'd locked the door, turned off the lights and sat on the living room floor with a bottle of scotch in hand.
Another round of banging on the door.
“Trick or treat!”
“Bugger off!” Greg yelled and threw the bottle in the vague direction of the door. It landed with a thump on the worn carpet. The banging started up again. With a growl Greg stumbled to his feet and headed over to the front door. He wrenched it open. The sight of two grown men dressed in the most basic of ghost costumes, sheets with two holes for eyes, was enough to make him crack. Laughter, loud and brittle with hysteria, burst from his mouth.
“Greg?”
“You okay?”
Colin and Ryan lost their sheets and moved to flank Greg who could not stop laughing, tears streaming down his face. They moved into the living room and sat him down on the couch. Colin sat on his right and rested a hand on Greg's thigh, keeping up a constant litany of humour and comfort. Ryan pressed against Greg's left hand side, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, watching him in silent concern. Slowly the laughter wound down until finally Greg was calm. With Colin's hand against his leg and Ryan's fingers carding through his hair Greg couldn't bring himself to move. His eyes grew heavy and he leaned his head against Ryan's shoulder. Usually he'd be mortified by losing control like that but right now he was too tired to care.
“Better?” Greg felt the rumble of Ryan's voice against his cheek.
“Yeah,” Greg said, feeling calmer than he had in weeks. “We will now return you to your usual programming.” Colin's hand moved up to rub soothing circles against Greg's back.
“You want us to go?” He asked. Greg shook his head furiously and pulled both men even closer to him. The comfortable silence was broken by a knock at the door.
“Fuck off!” The words were shouted by all three men in tandem. They looked at each other in surprise before bursting into laughter. Colin and Ryan noticed with relief that this time Greg was laughing with genuine humour.
“You guys wanna stay the night?” Greg asked, wiping away the last of his tears. “I've got really bad horror films and really good scotch.”
It wasn't often that Greg Proops felt moved but when Ryan and Colin instantly agreed he felt a rush of warmth. Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone. He'd fallen right over the edge for a moment there. Thankfully he had the most amazing people in his life who knew just what to do to pull him back up.
Trick or Treat for not2bscene
Title: This Can't Be Good
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: PG
Ryan Stiles was getting way too old for trick or treating. The kids had finally succumbed to the inevitable sugar crash and Pat had taken them up to bed. He was just beginning to unwind when the phone started to ring.
Ryan picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“They're here...”
“Col?” Ryan frowned. He could barely recognise his best friend's voice, it sounded weak and distorted somehow.
“They're here...” The line went dead. Ryan stood frozen for a moment before hitting redial. His heart pounded in his chest as the phone rang and rang before finally clicking onto answer phone. He slammed down the receiver and raced to the hallway, trying to pull on his shoes and jacket simultaneously.
“Pat!” He shouted. After a moment Pat appeared at the top of the stairs.
“What's wrong?”
“Some thing's wrong with Colin, I've gotta get over there,” he said, grabbing his keys from the shelf. “Call the police, I think someone might be in his house.” Ryan didn't stay to hear his wife's reply. He tore from the house and jumped into his car, tyres squealing as he pulled away.
*
“That can't be good,” Ryan muttered to himself as he approached Colin's house. The lights were off and the front door was slightly ajar. Ryan's heart was racing as he reached out and pushed it open. He stepped inside, his every sense tingling, and made his way into the living room.
“Colin?” Silence was his only reply. Ryan reached out slowly and wrapped his fingers around a hefty candlestick, hoisting it like a baseball bat. Suddenly a voice spoke, right next to Ryan's ear.
“Boo!”
Ryan swung the candlestick as he turned and only Colin's quick reflexes saved him from being smacked in the face.
“Woah, nice swing,” Colin grinned as he straightened up. Ryan dropped his makeshift weapon to the floor and grabbed Colin in a tight hug. When he'd satisfied himself that Colin was safe and sound he pushed him away and punched him solidly in the shoulder.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he said accusingly. “You're okay?”
“Of course,” Colin grinned unrepentantly. “Happy Halloween!” Realisation dawned on Ryan, it seemed that he'd been had.
“A prank? You scared the life out of me for a prank?”
Colin crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, how quickly they forget,” Colin said. “Halloween last year, who hid in my study and pretended that they'd hung themselves?” Ryan blushed a deep red as he remembered just how upset Colin had gotten over that particular practical joke.
“Okay, you got me,” Ryan admitted. Colin pulled him into a hug.
“Damned right.”
Sirens shattered the comfortable silence and flashing blue lights lit up the room as several police cars pulled up outside Colin's house. Both men looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Ryan? Why are the police outside my house?” Colin asked, very calmly.
“I may have told Pat to call them,” Ryan admitted. “I thought you were being robbed or something! You said 'they're here'.”
“That's a line from Poltergeist, you dumbass. What do you suggest we do?” The police were now banging on the door and barking orders.
“We improvise,” Ryan shrugged. Colin looked at him for a moment like he'd gone insane before shaking his head ruefully.
“I can't wait to see this.”
Am loving all of the goodies that have been posted so far...thought I'd make my own contribution while we're all still feeling Halloween-y. So, here are my trick or treat ficlets for
mizzmeow , clayangel and not2bsceneTrick or Treat for Mizzmeow
Title: Staying In
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
“Ryan! We need more supplies!” Colin shouted over his shoulder. Ryan dashed into the kitchen, throwing open drawers and cabinets, searching for ammunition with desperation.
“Ry!”
“There's nothing left!” Ryan called back. He abandoned his search and went to back up his partner. Colin was leaning against the front door, his whole weight braced against the wood. He was wrapped in bloody bandages from head to toe, his dark eyes were ringed with black paint making them seem sunken into his skull. Ryan couldn't stop himself from grinning.
“You make a very sexy mummy,” he said.
“Ha ha,” Colin replied dryly. “A little help here, Frankenstein?”
“They're just kids Col. They aren't gonna break the door down.”
“You don't know that,” Colin said, his expression completely serious. “They're all hyped up on sugar and that little girl in the pink tutu is freakishly strong.”
“I'll protect you,” Ryan murmured as he leaned down to steal a kiss. He felt Colin lips curl into a smile and for a moment thought he'd succeeded in his attempt at distraction. It didn't last long. Tiny hands pounded against their door and there was a resounding chorus of
“Trick or Treat!”
“Mm, I have to go buy more candy,” Colin said, pushing Ryan away. Ryan growled deep in his throat and caught Colin by the waist, pulling him back against him. He rubbed his hips provocatively, pressing his hard arousal against Colin's ass. Ryan's tongue traced the exposed shell of his lovers ear.
“How can I convince you to stay?” Ryan said as his hands sought out Colin's own arousal, rubbing him through his clothing.
“Keep doing that and we're gonna ruin our costumes,” Colin gasped, his head falling back to lean against Ryan's shoulder. Both men froze as there came a loud bang against the front door. It was quickly followed by several other loud thuds that made Colin's eyes widen.
“They're egging our house!” He made to open the front door but Ryan pulled him back.
“You can't go out there, Col,” he said against Colin's ear, causing the shorter man to shiver.
“And why not?” Colin demanded. Ryan simply reached down and rubbed his hand over the rather prominent bulge in Colin's bandages. The Canadian's blush was so dark it could be seen even through his make up. Ryan thought it was adorable.
“Seeing as we're trapped in here we might as well make the most of it,” he said. This time when he drew Colin into his arms there was no resistance. The sound of gleeful children attacking their house faded into the background. They had more important things to worry about. Ryan had a mummified Canadian to unwrap and Colin had Frankenstein's monster to screw.
Trick or Treat for Clayangel
Title: War of Attrition
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: vague hint of Colin/Greg/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Funny how the little things can tip you over the edge. For Greg it wasn't the moron of a heckler who just wouldn't give it the fuck up. It wasn't that his agent had wasted precious moments of his life trying to convince him to endorse some crappy product on some crappier channel. It wasn't that he'd fought with his wife, or that she'd stormed out of the house after a particularly cutting remark he hadn't really meant. Hell, he was actually glad to have the house to himself for a change. He would be relaxing if not for the fact that it was fucking Halloween. The neighbourhood kids were apparently all on the march. It felt like a war of attrition. The first few trick or treaters had been met with a polite smile and a handful of candy. After three hours of almost none stop doorbell ringing, Greg had lost the will to be polite. He'd virtually thrown the candy at the last group who'd braved his doorstep. It took all his self control not to tell the little monsters just what they could do with that candy too. After that he'd locked the door, turned off the lights and sat on the living room floor with a bottle of scotch in hand.
Another round of banging on the door.
“Trick or treat!”
“Bugger off!” Greg yelled and threw the bottle in the vague direction of the door. It landed with a thump on the worn carpet. The banging started up again. With a growl Greg stumbled to his feet and headed over to the front door. He wrenched it open. The sight of two grown men dressed in the most basic of ghost costumes, sheets with two holes for eyes, was enough to make him crack. Laughter, loud and brittle with hysteria, burst from his mouth.
“Greg?”
“You okay?”
Colin and Ryan lost their sheets and moved to flank Greg who could not stop laughing, tears streaming down his face. They moved into the living room and sat him down on the couch. Colin sat on his right and rested a hand on Greg's thigh, keeping up a constant litany of humour and comfort. Ryan pressed against Greg's left hand side, one arm wrapped around his shoulders, watching him in silent concern. Slowly the laughter wound down until finally Greg was calm. With Colin's hand against his leg and Ryan's fingers carding through his hair Greg couldn't bring himself to move. His eyes grew heavy and he leaned his head against Ryan's shoulder. Usually he'd be mortified by losing control like that but right now he was too tired to care.
“Better?” Greg felt the rumble of Ryan's voice against his cheek.
“Yeah,” Greg said, feeling calmer than he had in weeks. “We will now return you to your usual programming.” Colin's hand moved up to rub soothing circles against Greg's back.
“You want us to go?” He asked. Greg shook his head furiously and pulled both men even closer to him. The comfortable silence was broken by a knock at the door.
“Fuck off!” The words were shouted by all three men in tandem. They looked at each other in surprise before bursting into laughter. Colin and Ryan noticed with relief that this time Greg was laughing with genuine humour.
“You guys wanna stay the night?” Greg asked, wiping away the last of his tears. “I've got really bad horror films and really good scotch.”
It wasn't often that Greg Proops felt moved but when Ryan and Colin instantly agreed he felt a rush of warmth. Not that he'd ever admit that to anyone. He'd fallen right over the edge for a moment there. Thankfully he had the most amazing people in his life who knew just what to do to pull him back up.
Trick or Treat for not2bscene
Title: This Can't Be Good
Author: Jie Jie
Pairing: Colin/Ryan
Rating: PG
Ryan Stiles was getting way too old for trick or treating. The kids had finally succumbed to the inevitable sugar crash and Pat had taken them up to bed. He was just beginning to unwind when the phone started to ring.
Ryan picked up the phone. “Hello?”
“They're here...”
“Col?” Ryan frowned. He could barely recognise his best friend's voice, it sounded weak and distorted somehow.
“They're here...” The line went dead. Ryan stood frozen for a moment before hitting redial. His heart pounded in his chest as the phone rang and rang before finally clicking onto answer phone. He slammed down the receiver and raced to the hallway, trying to pull on his shoes and jacket simultaneously.
“Pat!” He shouted. After a moment Pat appeared at the top of the stairs.
“What's wrong?”
“Some thing's wrong with Colin, I've gotta get over there,” he said, grabbing his keys from the shelf. “Call the police, I think someone might be in his house.” Ryan didn't stay to hear his wife's reply. He tore from the house and jumped into his car, tyres squealing as he pulled away.
*
“That can't be good,” Ryan muttered to himself as he approached Colin's house. The lights were off and the front door was slightly ajar. Ryan's heart was racing as he reached out and pushed it open. He stepped inside, his every sense tingling, and made his way into the living room.
“Colin?” Silence was his only reply. Ryan reached out slowly and wrapped his fingers around a hefty candlestick, hoisting it like a baseball bat. Suddenly a voice spoke, right next to Ryan's ear.
“Boo!”
Ryan swung the candlestick as he turned and only Colin's quick reflexes saved him from being smacked in the face.
“Woah, nice swing,” Colin grinned as he straightened up. Ryan dropped his makeshift weapon to the floor and grabbed Colin in a tight hug. When he'd satisfied himself that Colin was safe and sound he pushed him away and punched him solidly in the shoulder.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he said accusingly. “You're okay?”
“Of course,” Colin grinned unrepentantly. “Happy Halloween!” Realisation dawned on Ryan, it seemed that he'd been had.
“A prank? You scared the life out of me for a prank?”
Colin crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh, how quickly they forget,” Colin said. “Halloween last year, who hid in my study and pretended that they'd hung themselves?” Ryan blushed a deep red as he remembered just how upset Colin had gotten over that particular practical joke.
“Okay, you got me,” Ryan admitted. Colin pulled him into a hug.
“Damned right.”
Sirens shattered the comfortable silence and flashing blue lights lit up the room as several police cars pulled up outside Colin's house. Both men looked at each other with wide eyes.
“Ryan? Why are the police outside my house?” Colin asked, very calmly.
“I may have told Pat to call them,” Ryan admitted. “I thought you were being robbed or something! You said 'they're here'.”
“That's a line from Poltergeist, you dumbass. What do you suggest we do?” The police were now banging on the door and barking orders.
“We improvise,” Ryan shrugged. Colin looked at him for a moment like he'd gone insane before shaking his head ruefully.
“I can't wait to see this.”
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