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threesentenceficathon continues, now in its second prompt post! Here's a second batch of my fills.
In this roundup: a Clair Obscur ficlet! See, I can still think about things that aren't the Goes Wrong Show.
And also six Goes Wrong Show ficlets.
Clair Obscur, Maelle/Verso, 60 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'keeping secrets'.
Maelle kisses him, one night at camp. Verso goes still at first, his mind screaming the words that are locked in his throat: you wouldn't want this if you knew who I was, you'll be horrified if you remember.
But he's never been able to say no to her, and in the end he kisses back.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris, 70 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'But nobody came'.
Years of performing, of fires and injuries and mid-play kidnappings, forgotten lines and collapsing sets, that nasty business with the escaped alligator, and finally, finally a performance has actually gone well.
Chris takes his castmates' hands and bows to the empty rows of seats, the absolute absence of an audience.
It happened, even if nobody saw it; it happened, it happened, and God himself can't take that away from him.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris/Robert, 60 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'post-sex clarity'.
Chris can see the regret coming from the instant they kiss, but it hits like a lightning bolt in the aftermath, and he sits up sharply next to Robert in bed: "Oh, God, this was a horrible decision."
"Rather rude," Robert mutters, but an instant later his expression shifts from affronted to speculative. "Does this mean I might use it for blackmail purposes?"
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris, Annie and Robert, 260 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'identity theft'.
“Chris?” Annie asks, clearly startled. She throws a glance towards the decidedly Robert-shaped Phantom of the Opera, currently halfway through an unauthorised sixteenth verse of ‘The Music of the Night’. “How’re you here if you’re on stage?”
It takes a moment for Chris to find his voice through the outrage. “That’s not – that’s not me, obviously! That’s clearly Robert stealing my role!”
“Oh, wow. Really?”
“What do you mean, really? His voice sounds different! He’s twice my size; he’s got a beard! You’re telling me nobody noticed?”
Annie shrugs. “Must’ve been the mask.”
“It only covers half of his face!”
“I don’t know. He was convincing. You’re both quite angry.”
“I am—” Chris pauses, and, with an effort, reins his voice down to something slightly more under control. “I am nothing like Robert. I am going to resume the role of the Phantom, and he and I will be having a very serious talk after the play.”
“Oh,” Annie says. “I don’t know if you can take over the Phantom, really. I mean, I had to retailor the outfit to fit him.”
“You—” Chris takes several deep breaths. “Of course you did. I’m sure that seemed like a perfectly normal request.”
For a while, they just stand there, listening to Robert’s increasingly strained rhymes.
“I was lying drugged in the wings,” Chris says at last. “Wouldn’t you have had to step over me to get onto the stage?”
“Like it’s the first unconscious body we’ve had backstage,” Annie says, scornfully.
This is, Chris reluctantly has to admit, a fair point.
The Goes Wrong Show, Robert and Annie, 260 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'spending the holidays together'.
The doorbell rings halfway through Christmas morning. Robert drags himself up from the sofa, his Santa beard slipping down his chin, and opens the door to find... what looks like the entire drama society outside, Annie beaming at the front.
"What's all this?" Robert asks, readjusting his hat and beard.
"I was thinking about what you said on the radio show last year," Annie says. "Dressing up as Santa alone for Christmas and that. It just sounded a bit sad."
"Sad?" Robert echoes, outraged. "Father Christmas is famously one of the jolliest men there is. Ho ho ho, et cetera."
"I got everyone together, and we thought we'd come round and spend the day with you," Annie says. "Honestly, I think I should get a trophy. It's not easy to coordinate this many people for a Christmas visit."
"I do not need your pity or your company." Robert folds his arms. "I am perfectly happy here, in my festive outfit, alone."
"Oh, don't be like that. We brought presents. And a goose."
"Santa's a lone wolf, you know," Robert says. "He doesn't sit around on Christmas Day, hoping the little elves will knock on – presents, you say?"
"Will you let us in?" Annie asks.
"Well," Robert says, grudgingly, "it'd be rude to turn down presents." He takes a step back, holding the door open. "You'll come to my Nativity performance tonight, won't you?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Annie says, brightly. The others echo the sentiment with varying levels of enthusiasm, perhaps, but they echo it.
Robert finds himself smiling. Perhaps pity isn't so bad.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris/Robert, 60 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'saying the wrong name during sex'.
Sex with Robert is mostly as Chris might have expected, had he thought about the prospect for long enough to think better of it: vigorous and vindictive, Chris's face being held down uncomfortably hard in the pillow, a passionate cry of Robert! – and everything stops dead.
"Did you just call your own name?" Chris asks.
"You're hearing things, Chris," Robert assures him.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris/Robert, 140 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'touch me harder'.
Chris kisses Robert, tentatively; kisses him again, stroking down the side of his neck, and—
Robert grabs Chris's wrist, tightly enough to make him cry out. It's more startling than painful, at least; after all the injuries he's experienced on stage, Chris knows the difference.
"What are you doing?" Chris demands.
"Come on, you can do better than that." Robert runs his fingers down Chris's neck, feather-light and mocking. "I can barely feel it. You're weak, Chris."
"I'm not – I'm not demonstrating my power!" Robert's touch has left him shivering, embarrassingly; he tries to bury any sign of it. "I was trying to be romantic!"
"Romance is a contest of strength and acting ability," Robert says. "You haven't got a chance. Kiss me harder."
"It is not," Chris says, but he takes up the challenge anyway.
I get so excited whenever anyone comments on my Goes Wrong fills to say they don't know the canon but enjoyed the characters. I'm like some sort of mad evangelist for Robert Grove.
threesentenceficathon continues, now in its second prompt post! Here's a second batch of my fills.In this roundup: a Clair Obscur ficlet! See, I can still think about things that aren't the Goes Wrong Show.
And also six Goes Wrong Show ficlets.
Clair Obscur, Maelle/Verso, 60 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'keeping secrets'.
Maelle kisses him, one night at camp. Verso goes still at first, his mind screaming the words that are locked in his throat: you wouldn't want this if you knew who I was, you'll be horrified if you remember.
But he's never been able to say no to her, and in the end he kisses back.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris, 70 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'But nobody came'.
Years of performing, of fires and injuries and mid-play kidnappings, forgotten lines and collapsing sets, that nasty business with the escaped alligator, and finally, finally a performance has actually gone well.
Chris takes his castmates' hands and bows to the empty rows of seats, the absolute absence of an audience.
It happened, even if nobody saw it; it happened, it happened, and God himself can't take that away from him.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris/Robert, 60 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'post-sex clarity'.
Chris can see the regret coming from the instant they kiss, but it hits like a lightning bolt in the aftermath, and he sits up sharply next to Robert in bed: "Oh, God, this was a horrible decision."
"Rather rude," Robert mutters, but an instant later his expression shifts from affronted to speculative. "Does this mean I might use it for blackmail purposes?"
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris, Annie and Robert, 260 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'identity theft'.
“Chris?” Annie asks, clearly startled. She throws a glance towards the decidedly Robert-shaped Phantom of the Opera, currently halfway through an unauthorised sixteenth verse of ‘The Music of the Night’. “How’re you here if you’re on stage?”
It takes a moment for Chris to find his voice through the outrage. “That’s not – that’s not me, obviously! That’s clearly Robert stealing my role!”
“Oh, wow. Really?”
“What do you mean, really? His voice sounds different! He’s twice my size; he’s got a beard! You’re telling me nobody noticed?”
Annie shrugs. “Must’ve been the mask.”
“It only covers half of his face!”
“I don’t know. He was convincing. You’re both quite angry.”
“I am—” Chris pauses, and, with an effort, reins his voice down to something slightly more under control. “I am nothing like Robert. I am going to resume the role of the Phantom, and he and I will be having a very serious talk after the play.”
“Oh,” Annie says. “I don’t know if you can take over the Phantom, really. I mean, I had to retailor the outfit to fit him.”
“You—” Chris takes several deep breaths. “Of course you did. I’m sure that seemed like a perfectly normal request.”
For a while, they just stand there, listening to Robert’s increasingly strained rhymes.
“I was lying drugged in the wings,” Chris says at last. “Wouldn’t you have had to step over me to get onto the stage?”
“Like it’s the first unconscious body we’ve had backstage,” Annie says, scornfully.
This is, Chris reluctantly has to admit, a fair point.
The Goes Wrong Show, Robert and Annie, 260 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'spending the holidays together'.
The doorbell rings halfway through Christmas morning. Robert drags himself up from the sofa, his Santa beard slipping down his chin, and opens the door to find... what looks like the entire drama society outside, Annie beaming at the front.
"What's all this?" Robert asks, readjusting his hat and beard.
"I was thinking about what you said on the radio show last year," Annie says. "Dressing up as Santa alone for Christmas and that. It just sounded a bit sad."
"Sad?" Robert echoes, outraged. "Father Christmas is famously one of the jolliest men there is. Ho ho ho, et cetera."
"I got everyone together, and we thought we'd come round and spend the day with you," Annie says. "Honestly, I think I should get a trophy. It's not easy to coordinate this many people for a Christmas visit."
"I do not need your pity or your company." Robert folds his arms. "I am perfectly happy here, in my festive outfit, alone."
"Oh, don't be like that. We brought presents. And a goose."
"Santa's a lone wolf, you know," Robert says. "He doesn't sit around on Christmas Day, hoping the little elves will knock on – presents, you say?"
"Will you let us in?" Annie asks.
"Well," Robert says, grudgingly, "it'd be rude to turn down presents." He takes a step back, holding the door open. "You'll come to my Nativity performance tonight, won't you?"
"Wouldn't miss it," Annie says, brightly. The others echo the sentiment with varying levels of enthusiasm, perhaps, but they echo it.
Robert finds himself smiling. Perhaps pity isn't so bad.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris/Robert, 60 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'saying the wrong name during sex'.
Sex with Robert is mostly as Chris might have expected, had he thought about the prospect for long enough to think better of it: vigorous and vindictive, Chris's face being held down uncomfortably hard in the pillow, a passionate cry of Robert! – and everything stops dead.
"Did you just call your own name?" Chris asks.
"You're hearing things, Chris," Robert assures him.
The Goes Wrong Show, Chris/Robert, 140 words. First posted here, in response to the prompt 'touch me harder'.
Chris kisses Robert, tentatively; kisses him again, stroking down the side of his neck, and—
Robert grabs Chris's wrist, tightly enough to make him cry out. It's more startling than painful, at least; after all the injuries he's experienced on stage, Chris knows the difference.
"What are you doing?" Chris demands.
"Come on, you can do better than that." Robert runs his fingers down Chris's neck, feather-light and mocking. "I can barely feel it. You're weak, Chris."
"I'm not – I'm not demonstrating my power!" Robert's touch has left him shivering, embarrassingly; he tries to bury any sign of it. "I was trying to be romantic!"
"Romance is a contest of strength and acting ability," Robert says. "You haven't got a chance. Kiss me harder."
"It is not," Chris says, but he takes up the challenge anyway.
I get so excited whenever anyone comments on my Goes Wrong fills to say they don't know the canon but enjoyed the characters. I'm like some sort of mad evangelist for Robert Grove.
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I think he should try blackmail, but the whole cast figures out they've all slept with Robert and he immediately loses the power of having it a secret.
Recognizing people is hard, okay?
Oh, perfect! (This old web series, Agents of Cracked, had the two main characters, Dan and Michael, have a threesome with Dan's high school crush, and during the hilariously awkwardly-filmed threesome, Michael kept calling his own name.)
Amazing!
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Yesssss. This is very funny to me, because I received this comment right in the middle of writing a fill in which Robert attempts to sleep with the entire cast.
Michael kept calling his own name.
NICE. I love the concept of characters calling their own name during sex; it's such a fun, ridiculous bit of characterisation.
Thank you so much!!
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No Chris, the tree fell and there was no one to hear it. It did not make a sound.
“Like it’s the first unconscious body we’ve had backstage,” Annie says, scornfully.
Oh that tracks.
Honestly, I think I should get a trophy. It's not easy to coordinate this many people for a Christmas visit."
She's not wrong
"Did you just call your own name?" Chris asks.
*gurgle, scream*
"Romance is a contest of strength and acting ability," Robert says.
Listening and learning!
I'm like some sort of mad evangelist for Robert Grove.
This is extremely accurate yes.
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