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07 June 2011 @ 10:20 pm
I'm kind of too sleepy to work on anything else, so the first five people to comment to this post will get an AU twindrabble of their choice! Any scenario, mundane or magical or whatever.

Er. GO!
hysterichotelhysterichotel on June 8th, 2011 03:49 am (UTC)
Tom is a dragon, Bill is his rider!

when the gales of November come early: happy jung [Bill]kishmet on June 8th, 2011 04:27 am (UTC)
Good one! I'm always all about the dragons. :D

Bill had trained all his life to be accepted into the Flight Corps. Now he stood nervously in the middle of the rookery, with his hands clasped in front of him.

Dragons wheeled above him and his commanding officer. Bill couldn't help glancing up to see if any showed the least interest. A few peered down at him with the natural curiosity of their species. Most cast him no more than a look, then flew on by.

"Just hold your ground," Captain Jost murmured.

Bill swallowed hard and nodded. No amount of training could guarantee that a dragon would choose him, if none of them were the right fit. He straightened his shoulders, tilting his chin up.

Somehow his eyes were drawn to the flight path of one particular dragon: white, with intricately patterned black scales over its neck, shoulders, and hindquarters. It cocked its head at him. Bill remained unmoving, though his heart was racing.

The breath rushed out of him when the dragon came in for a graceful landing. It moved toward him, cooing hesitantly.

"Hand," Jost encouraged.

Bill had already started to put his hand out. The dragon was more ungainly on the ground, endearingly, like a puppy. It waddled close, paused, then craned out and nuzzled its delicate nose into his palm. Bill broke into a grin as he suddenly felt the dragon's presence in his mind.

"Well done, Bill!" said Jost, though Bill only heard him as if from far away.

The dragon flashed a draconic grin to match Bill's. I'm Tom, he told Bill silently. Be my partner, Bill.

Bill laughed out loud and hugged Tom's face to his chest. "Of course."
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lilliephoenix: (TH) TWINS <japan>lilliephoenix on June 8th, 2011 04:14 am (UTC)
saccharine sweet mpreg?
dogs included.
please? <3
腐女furzry on June 8th, 2011 07:30 am (UTC)
I vote this. THIS!
when the gales of November come early: twin secrets 3kishmet on June 8th, 2011 08:01 pm (UTC)
I have so been looking for an excuse to write EXACTLY THIS. <3333

Bill's nesting instincts had started to kick in, just as the slight curve of his belly had started to grow into something more definite. Tom knew exactly where to find Bill and their other babies when he got home: he poked his head into the nursery and smiled.

"Hey, careful." Tom moved in to steady the chair Bill was standing on. The dogs milled excitedly around him, though they didn't jump up to greet him. They seemed to realize that one of their human parents had to be treated with the utmost care, and tended to cluster around Bill in a canine herd, as if to ward off any dangers.

"Whatever, I'm fine." Bill nudged Tom with a foot. "You and them, I swear."

"Like you really mind," said Tom. He took and squeezed the hand Bill offered out to him. "Wall's looking nice."

"Better be. These stencils are not as easy to use as they claim on the package," said Bill, and let Tom help him down. He set the paintbrush in the tray of paint he'd been using and looked up, narrowing his eyes critically. "I'll have to do a few touch-ups. Mm."

Tom slipped his arms around Bill from behind, and Bill relaxed back into his embrace. "It looks great," Tom murmured, glancing up at the frolicking puppies and kittens around the border. "Brought you some takeout, by the way."

"Oh, god, I love you," Bill sighed. He tugged one of Tom's hands off the swell of his stomach and brought it up for a kiss.

"Yeah, I know." Tom kissed the inviting curve of Bill's neck, content just to hold him. "Me too."
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Paceuspaceus on June 8th, 2011 04:15 am (UTC)
Bill is a famous beauty (a dancer maybe, or just royalty or something) and Tom is his bodyguard! Maybe Tom is in love with Bill and hopes they could be more? But he thinks it would be impossible and anyway, Bill doesn't feel the same? Closeness and protection and unrequited (?) love. *____* Wait is this too detailed.
when the gales of November come early: twin secrets 2kishmet on June 8th, 2011 08:31 pm (UTC)
Nothing is too detailed! I may like this one waaaay too much, though...

They heard the crowds before they saw them.

"My god, so loud," Bill noted, and laughed. "Do you suppose they are all at the theatre for my sake?" The noise of the commotion grew as the carriage approached.

"Of course," Tom replied, and handed Bill the second black glove.

"Yes, I suppose so." Bill pulled on the other half of the pair, the gloves he customarily wore while performing. His eyes found Tom's for a moment, and Tom had to make a conscious effort to continue breathing. Bill had clear brown eyes that had darkened with his anticipation for the evening. "Do you look forward to the performance, Tom?" Bill inquired, and chuckled, shaking his head. "No. It must bore you, after so many nights."

"No," said Tom, more fiercely than he had intended. He added, "I have not tired of it," in a more measured tone.

"Yet," Bill mused. He leaned across Tom in order to twitch the curtains aside and catch a glimpse of those waiting outside.

"Never," Tom murmured. He dug his fingers into the sides of his trousers as he studied the line of Bill's jaw, so close he could easily have caught it and pressed a kiss to it. Bill carried the scent, as always, of fruit and jasmine.

Tom turned his head to the side, to avoid the temptation.

When he glanced up, he found Bill looking at him, and Bill smiled. "Ah, never?" he inquired, then diverted the subject. "So very many, and they will all want to steal a look at me. A touch, perhaps."

"They will not be allowed," said Tom, straightening his shoulders and becoming more watchful as the driver opened the carriage door. He climbed down first, and looked over his shoulder at his charge: Bill's long hair bound up and decorated with strands of pearls; his suit of silk that whispered softly when he moved; his delicate shoes of the same fabric. "Stay ahead of me," Tom told him, abruptly protective, fiercely so.

"Of course." Bill accepted Tom's hand, and Tom's heartbeat sped, as it did with every touch. "It is the only place I feel truly safe, you know."

Tom could not answer to that, except with those three words he would never dare speak. He turned with Bill, instead, and followed close behind him.
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PseudoBlu: Kissypseudoblu on June 8th, 2011 05:07 am (UTC)
Clockwork!universe? :D?
when the gales of November come earlykishmet on June 27th, 2011 11:07 pm (UTC)
This is from... slightly later in the fic. Not huge spoilers, but I hadn't written this part yet, so. ;)

"Tom!" The sound of quick footsteps and a familiar voice halted Tom in his tracks. He was briefly grateful he had not yet collected Bill's Feast Day gifts from his room, given how few places he had to hide them on his person in his formal attire, and then his mind had room for nothing but his beautiful Prince.

"Tom, where in the heavens have you been?" Bill's arms closed about his shoulders, and Tom smiled down into Bill's sparkling eyes. "I swear, I have been looking for you all day."

"We were together just this morning," Tom laughed, slipping his own arms around Bill's waist, daring to kiss his mouth.

Bill flushed as always, pleased by the gesture. "Yes, but then the preparations for the feast, and the celebration... I have missed you, Master Clockworker." He pulled a stern face at Tom, and Tom laughed again. "See that it does not happen twice."

"Yes, High Prince," Tom agreed. "Of course."

Bill pressed his lips to Tom's once more, then released him to seek something in some hidden pocket of his robe. Tom wondered whether his own garments contained secret pouches as well, and he had simply failed to find them. "I have something for you. A gift."

"On your own Feast Day?" Tom asked, surprised.

"Well, yes. I knew you had admired some of the components in the treasury, so I took the liberty..." Bill favored him with a shy smile, imbued with the obvious hope that Tom would appreciate the gift, and opened his hands. "To please you would please me more than any trinket could."

"Oh," Tom breathed. Bill held some of the intricately engraved gears and timepiece hands Tom had been so entranced by, as well as several other bits of metalworking. "Bill... but..." His fingers moved toward the components of their own accord, though he restrained himself at the last moment. "I can't accept these."

"You can, and you will." Bill made a brave attempt to maintain his firm facade, but then he laughed gaily. "Your punishment for letting me suffer so long without your company, if you like."

Tom close Bill's hands around the gears and other parts so they wouldn't fall, then swept him into a fervent kiss. The pieces themselves meant so much to him, but so little when compared to Bill's love and consideration.
(no subject) - pseudoblu on June 27th, 2011 11:12 pm (UTC) (Expand)
TV's Randy Harrison: *pouts* Billmcpofife on June 8th, 2011 05:37 am (UTC)

Also, I see one for foam bb.


Paceuspaceus on June 8th, 2011 06:34 pm (UTC)
Omg your icon and your sad face make me want to offer you a drabble! Surely Kish can't deny you. ♥

(Good god is anyone able to tell Bill no???)
腐女: PreDevilishBillfurzry on June 8th, 2011 07:33 am (UTC)
*is probably too late*
The first time Tom notices just how pretty Bill is :D
Veemusique_style on June 8th, 2011 04:20 pm (UTC)
I am too late to get a drabble, so instead, I'll say that I'm in firm favor of you finishing or at least updating "In the Bayou". *cough*


Also, I miss you. ._.