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harborshore) wrote2010-01-16 10:33 pm
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See You In The Morning Light (no_tags reveal and rec)
I'm going to start by I rec the one ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lyo wrote for me, Space Where We Meet Is Different From The Rest, because it is a girl!Mikey/Alicia and a boarding school AU, and it is sweet and achy and sharp and fair to the characters and god, I love it so so much. She captures the confusion of figuring out your sexual identity when you're a teenager so well, and how pressure to conform can fuck you up, and I fell more than a little in love with her Mikey. Go read, go read.
This post is also a belated![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
no_tags reveal--not that it is all that necessary, because as at least three of you guessed, I wrote the one that had talking fish and Lyn-Z being a Real Girl. *grins* There were two things I wanted to do: one was to not write anything too over-the-top (my contrary self wanted to see if I could make them kiss in a way that actually wasn't super-romantic, even if the story was clearly heading toward a place where they fell in love), and the other was to make damn sure I didn't reduce Lyn-Z to a muse (that was mostly an ending problem, feel free to tell me if I managed). Mostly, I had so much fun writing this story, especially because I cunningly figured out that it was for wasoncedelight (it took no great stealth, her photobucket name is somewhat revealing) and therefore got to write for a darling of mine, at the same time as I could be reasonably sure she would like it. So, dear all, here is a story about Gerard and a mermaid. Sort of.
Title: See You In The Morning Light
Pairing/Prompt: Gerard/Lyn-Z, based on this photo.
Rating: PG
Warnings: No warnings needed.
Summary: What would you do if a strange girl washed up on shore and demanded a kiss?
Notes: Written forno_tags, originally posted over here. Thanks to anoneknewmoose and novembersmith for looking it over and making me fix the ending.
It was dusk when Gerard got to the beach. He hadn't put on his diving equipment; after dark was not the time to confront the deeps. He sort of wanted to, because Mikey had finally taught him how to talk to the squid that he inevitably ran into about fifteen meters down. Gerard was really excited about the prospect of going diving and not ending up with tiny little sucker marks littering his legs, but he would just have to wait to try out his new skills until it was morning and there was no storm coming.
He liked the beach though, even when he wasn't going into the ocean. It felt like you could see forever, or at least like there was all this space to look at, enough to get lost in. Tonight his eyes filled with gray water and gray skies, mingling together like the horizon didn't exist anymore.
Gerard sat down above the water line, hugging his knees close to keep at least a little warm. The dark clouds were moving in fast, and he felt that tell-tale hum in his bones that meant the storm would break soon. He wasn't moving until it did, and he could hear Bob mutter about crazy storm-loving freaks in the back of his head. Really, Gerard didn't love storms as much as he loved how the lightning made his skin go all tight, and how the rain and thunder shook him around until he felt more with it, more alive.
Yeah, okay, so Bob wasn't entirely wrong.
The waves were growing stronger too, edging closer and closer to Gerard's spot on the beach. He didn't want to leave yet, though; he trusted his weather sense to tell him when shit was about to get dangerous.
Wait. Fucking hell, that last wave brought up something other than grit and sea shells.
Hoping it wasn't another dolphin (he really did suck at talking to animals, and Mikey was on the other side of the island this weekend), Gerard scrambled to his feet and ran towards the shape.
When he got close, he could see it wasn't a dolphin at all, but a girl. She was wearing what looked like a weird version of Gerard's diving equipment, and she was choking like she'd come up too fast from way, way down.
"Do you need help?" he yelled, because the winds were picking up, howling loudly around them.
She shook her head, then seemed to change her mind because she nodded, reaching out for him with one hand and scrabbling at her mask with the other so she could get it off.
"Kiss me," she gasped when he got close enough to hear her, and, uh, what?
"But I don't know you," he said, shaking his head, and she said something like, "Oh, Triton-fucking whore," except Gerard couldn't be sure because she was breathing so weirdly and the winds were so high by now, and then she kissed him.
It was a pretty awesome kiss. Gerard tried to communicate that into her mouth, but he thought she probably didn't catch whatever it was that he was saying, because it was difficult to speak clearly when one was being kissed. Especially like this. Fuck, fuck, she was amazing, and he really, really liked the way she bit at his lip, especially when it came with wind and water around them, the rain falling harder and harder.
Finally they broke apart.
"Thanks," she said, and he was happy he was standing close enough to hear her over the storm.
"Not that I minded, you're, like, really fucking welcome," he said, trying to force the insistent blush off his face, "but can I ask why?" Last time someone kissed him like that, he'd been dating them for four months and he'd just given them a painting.
"It's my lungs," she said. "They don't work so well on land, really."
Gerard stared at her. Lungs, on land, wait, what?
"You're, really, you're one of the Folk? But you're wearing diving equipment, why would you—"
"It's for brackish water," she said. "I can't breathe right in brackish water. I wasn't supposed to end up on land at all, if we go on land we have to, well." She waved a hand at him in a way Gerard assumed was supposed to indicate "kiss a land-dweller in order to make our lungs functional," especially since she certainly didn't have a problem breathing now.
"Cool," Gerard said, even if he was a little disappointed in the fact that she hadn't just randomly wanted to kiss him.
Or, actually, now that he thought more about it, life-saving kisses were pretty cool as well.
She bit her lip. "Should we maybe find somewhere to sit until the storm dies down? I mean, I don't mind, but you're soaked through. Humans get cold in water, right?"
"Uh-huh," he said, trying to figure out where to go. She was right about him getting soaked; now that she'd mentioned it, Gerard couldn't ignore the chill of the rain anymore. Dammit, Bob was going to yell, and so would Mikey.
"We could go back to my house," he offered. "It's just up the hill."
"Awesome," she said. "It'd be good to get this off."
She meant the diving equipment, obviously, and Gerard wasn't thinking about her naked.
Well, only a little.
Shaking his head at himself, he smiled at her and pointed the way. Together, they trudged through the rain; it seemed to let her through in a way it wouldn't for Gerard, (even if the storm was easier for him to withstand than it was for people without weather senses) like the Folk could carry their affinity for water onto land. Which was really interesting, actually, and he was going to ask her about it as soon as they got inside.
Then he stopped, because he'd just realized: "I don't know your name," he said, and she turned her face up and smiled at him.
"Lindsey," she said.
"I'm Gerard," he said, and she nodded.
"Is that it?" she asked, pointing at his house, and Gerard felt so happy about it in that moment, the way it was all lit up in the dark.
"Yeah," he said, grinning.
Inside, Bob did yell, at least until he noticed Lindsey, at which point he became more polite. He still told Gerard to "take a fucking hot shower, and maybe you could use some soap while you're at it," ignoring Gerard's protests that the rainwater was clean enough, and then he asked if Lindsey wanted something to drink.
She grinned. "Something to eat would be better," she said, and continued, "It's much harder to process freshwater, so now I'm fucking hungry," and Gerard remembered how the Folk could absorb all kinds of water through their skin, but they preferred saltwater. That was probably why she needed that diving equipment for brackish water, too, so she could breathe in the mix. Or something.
Man, now he really wished he'd paid closer attention in Biology back in school: he knew for a fact they'd spent at least two classes on Sea Folk anatomy.
"Shower, Gerard," Bob said, and Gerard went.
He came back down to find Lindsey asleep on the couch and Bob carefully covering her with a blanket.
"She'd had a long day, apparently," Bob said, and Gerard nodded.
"She said you're going to show her around in the morning," Bob continued, giving Gerard a considering look.
Gerard smiled a little stupidly at hearing that, and looked down at his feet. He would totally show her around if she wanted him to, and it would be much easier to sleep if he knew she'd still be there when he woke up. But he was going to draw first, he thought, the storm and her face in the rising water.
The Lindsey in his head laughed at him for that, and he considered it for a second.
Huh, yeah, pretty melodramatic. Maybe, hmm. Something creepier? Something creepier, that would work.
Humming happily, Gerard went back upstairs, thinking about mermaids with skeletal tails and long sharp teeth, slithering through the waves and pulling unsuspecting divers down with them. This was going to be fucking awesome.
(Much later, once the sun had risen and Gerard had stumbled down to have breakfast, clutching his sketchbook tightly, Lindsey did laugh at him for the mermaids.
Then she said, "Well, not that my cousin doesn't have fucking scary teeth, but here, they look more like this—," and she stole his pencil away and sketched a mermaid with vampiric teeth and sweet eyes, which was just about the coolest juxtaposition ever.
Shit, I'm in love, Gerard thought, and was torn between beating his head against the table and proposing right away. He chose the middle ground of asking what she wanted to do while she was here, and then he watched her hands move in the light and tried to figure out how to make her stay.)
lyo wrote for me, Space Where We Meet Is Different From The Rest, because it is a girl!Mikey/Alicia and a boarding school AU, and it is sweet and achy and sharp and fair to the characters and god, I love it so so much. She captures the confusion of figuring out your sexual identity when you're a teenager so well, and how pressure to conform can fuck you up, and I fell more than a little in love with her Mikey. Go read, go read.This post is also a belated
no_tags reveal--not that it is all that necessary, because as at least three of you guessed, I wrote the one that had talking fish and Lyn-Z being a Real Girl. *grins* There were two things I wanted to do: one was to not write anything too over-the-top (my contrary self wanted to see if I could make them kiss in a way that actually wasn't super-romantic, even if the story was clearly heading toward a place where they fell in love), and the other was to make damn sure I didn't reduce Lyn-Z to a muse (that was mostly an ending problem, feel free to tell me if I managed). Mostly, I had so much fun writing this story, especially because I cunningly figured out that it was for wasoncedelight (it took no great stealth, her photobucket name is somewhat revealing) and therefore got to write for a darling of mine, at the same time as I could be reasonably sure she would like it. So, dear all, here is a story about Gerard and a mermaid. Sort of.Title: See You In The Morning Light
Pairing/Prompt: Gerard/Lyn-Z, based on this photo.
Rating: PG
Warnings: No warnings needed.
Summary: What would you do if a strange girl washed up on shore and demanded a kiss?
Notes: Written for
no_tags, originally posted over here. Thanks to anoneknewmoose and novembersmith for looking it over and making me fix the ending.It was dusk when Gerard got to the beach. He hadn't put on his diving equipment; after dark was not the time to confront the deeps. He sort of wanted to, because Mikey had finally taught him how to talk to the squid that he inevitably ran into about fifteen meters down. Gerard was really excited about the prospect of going diving and not ending up with tiny little sucker marks littering his legs, but he would just have to wait to try out his new skills until it was morning and there was no storm coming.
He liked the beach though, even when he wasn't going into the ocean. It felt like you could see forever, or at least like there was all this space to look at, enough to get lost in. Tonight his eyes filled with gray water and gray skies, mingling together like the horizon didn't exist anymore.
Gerard sat down above the water line, hugging his knees close to keep at least a little warm. The dark clouds were moving in fast, and he felt that tell-tale hum in his bones that meant the storm would break soon. He wasn't moving until it did, and he could hear Bob mutter about crazy storm-loving freaks in the back of his head. Really, Gerard didn't love storms as much as he loved how the lightning made his skin go all tight, and how the rain and thunder shook him around until he felt more with it, more alive.
Yeah, okay, so Bob wasn't entirely wrong.
The waves were growing stronger too, edging closer and closer to Gerard's spot on the beach. He didn't want to leave yet, though; he trusted his weather sense to tell him when shit was about to get dangerous.
Wait. Fucking hell, that last wave brought up something other than grit and sea shells.
Hoping it wasn't another dolphin (he really did suck at talking to animals, and Mikey was on the other side of the island this weekend), Gerard scrambled to his feet and ran towards the shape.
When he got close, he could see it wasn't a dolphin at all, but a girl. She was wearing what looked like a weird version of Gerard's diving equipment, and she was choking like she'd come up too fast from way, way down.
"Do you need help?" he yelled, because the winds were picking up, howling loudly around them.
She shook her head, then seemed to change her mind because she nodded, reaching out for him with one hand and scrabbling at her mask with the other so she could get it off.
"Kiss me," she gasped when he got close enough to hear her, and, uh, what?
"But I don't know you," he said, shaking his head, and she said something like, "Oh, Triton-fucking whore," except Gerard couldn't be sure because she was breathing so weirdly and the winds were so high by now, and then she kissed him.
It was a pretty awesome kiss. Gerard tried to communicate that into her mouth, but he thought she probably didn't catch whatever it was that he was saying, because it was difficult to speak clearly when one was being kissed. Especially like this. Fuck, fuck, she was amazing, and he really, really liked the way she bit at his lip, especially when it came with wind and water around them, the rain falling harder and harder.
Finally they broke apart.
"Thanks," she said, and he was happy he was standing close enough to hear her over the storm.
"Not that I minded, you're, like, really fucking welcome," he said, trying to force the insistent blush off his face, "but can I ask why?" Last time someone kissed him like that, he'd been dating them for four months and he'd just given them a painting.
"It's my lungs," she said. "They don't work so well on land, really."
Gerard stared at her. Lungs, on land, wait, what?
"You're, really, you're one of the Folk? But you're wearing diving equipment, why would you—"
"It's for brackish water," she said. "I can't breathe right in brackish water. I wasn't supposed to end up on land at all, if we go on land we have to, well." She waved a hand at him in a way Gerard assumed was supposed to indicate "kiss a land-dweller in order to make our lungs functional," especially since she certainly didn't have a problem breathing now.
"Cool," Gerard said, even if he was a little disappointed in the fact that she hadn't just randomly wanted to kiss him.
Or, actually, now that he thought more about it, life-saving kisses were pretty cool as well.
She bit her lip. "Should we maybe find somewhere to sit until the storm dies down? I mean, I don't mind, but you're soaked through. Humans get cold in water, right?"
"Uh-huh," he said, trying to figure out where to go. She was right about him getting soaked; now that she'd mentioned it, Gerard couldn't ignore the chill of the rain anymore. Dammit, Bob was going to yell, and so would Mikey.
"We could go back to my house," he offered. "It's just up the hill."
"Awesome," she said. "It'd be good to get this off."
She meant the diving equipment, obviously, and Gerard wasn't thinking about her naked.
Well, only a little.
Shaking his head at himself, he smiled at her and pointed the way. Together, they trudged through the rain; it seemed to let her through in a way it wouldn't for Gerard, (even if the storm was easier for him to withstand than it was for people without weather senses) like the Folk could carry their affinity for water onto land. Which was really interesting, actually, and he was going to ask her about it as soon as they got inside.
Then he stopped, because he'd just realized: "I don't know your name," he said, and she turned her face up and smiled at him.
"Lindsey," she said.
"I'm Gerard," he said, and she nodded.
"Is that it?" she asked, pointing at his house, and Gerard felt so happy about it in that moment, the way it was all lit up in the dark.
"Yeah," he said, grinning.
Inside, Bob did yell, at least until he noticed Lindsey, at which point he became more polite. He still told Gerard to "take a fucking hot shower, and maybe you could use some soap while you're at it," ignoring Gerard's protests that the rainwater was clean enough, and then he asked if Lindsey wanted something to drink.
She grinned. "Something to eat would be better," she said, and continued, "It's much harder to process freshwater, so now I'm fucking hungry," and Gerard remembered how the Folk could absorb all kinds of water through their skin, but they preferred saltwater. That was probably why she needed that diving equipment for brackish water, too, so she could breathe in the mix. Or something.
Man, now he really wished he'd paid closer attention in Biology back in school: he knew for a fact they'd spent at least two classes on Sea Folk anatomy.
"Shower, Gerard," Bob said, and Gerard went.
He came back down to find Lindsey asleep on the couch and Bob carefully covering her with a blanket.
"She'd had a long day, apparently," Bob said, and Gerard nodded.
"She said you're going to show her around in the morning," Bob continued, giving Gerard a considering look.
Gerard smiled a little stupidly at hearing that, and looked down at his feet. He would totally show her around if she wanted him to, and it would be much easier to sleep if he knew she'd still be there when he woke up. But he was going to draw first, he thought, the storm and her face in the rising water.
The Lindsey in his head laughed at him for that, and he considered it for a second.
Huh, yeah, pretty melodramatic. Maybe, hmm. Something creepier? Something creepier, that would work.
Humming happily, Gerard went back upstairs, thinking about mermaids with skeletal tails and long sharp teeth, slithering through the waves and pulling unsuspecting divers down with them. This was going to be fucking awesome.
(Much later, once the sun had risen and Gerard had stumbled down to have breakfast, clutching his sketchbook tightly, Lindsey did laugh at him for the mermaids.
Then she said, "Well, not that my cousin doesn't have fucking scary teeth, but here, they look more like this—," and she stole his pencil away and sketched a mermaid with vampiric teeth and sweet eyes, which was just about the coolest juxtaposition ever.
Shit, I'm in love, Gerard thought, and was torn between beating his head against the table and proposing right away. He chose the middle ground of asking what she wanted to do while she was here, and then he watched her hands move in the light and tried to figure out how to make her stay.)
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(I thought I had a better version of this but apparently not. Curses. >:( )
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