stolen from Clairza

[fahye]

Fuckit. I'm not getting any work done tonight.

Reply with an icon, and I'll write you a ficlet about it.

ETA: My brain has pretty much shut down, but I will keep writing these tomorrow; if you want to request one then do feel free to leave a comment :)

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[fahye.livejournal.com]

Adam's first visit to London was an interesting one. The forecast was for rain, rain, rain, the whole week, and Mr Young sighed and looked over to where his son was lying on the hotel bed, creasing the sheets and watching the weather forecast with a solemn expression.

"Er. Sorry about this. I'm sure we'll be able to see lots of things anyway."

"Not your fault," Adam said absently, and then: "I think I'm a bit tired."

The next day was overcast but tentatively bright, and when they ventured down for breakfast the waiters snuck look out at the grey sky and the scarf-wrapped crowds and enthused about what a lovely, lovely day it was.

Adam cut his toast neatly into soldiers, and almost smiled.

They saw the things that one is meant to see in London, and Mrs Young left the boys at the Tower whilst she wandered off in search of "nice coffee that wasn't from that silly Starbucks place". The Tower was visited, and the ravens cut dark patterns across the sky.

Nevermore, they said.

"Such fortunate weather," Mr Young said to a Beefeater.

"Come on," Adam said.

They bought tickets for the Underground. They minded the gap. Adam crawled up on the seats and ran a finger over the map, following the bright colours from one side of the cracked plastic panel to the other.

"Let's get off here," he said, "and then we'll go here, and then here."

And so it was that they ended up in a smallish street relatively free of tourists, and Adam's feet told him exactly how many steps to take before they stopped before a very ordinary-looking shopfront. A small sign in careful copperplate informed them that the owner was Entertaining, back shortly.

"They're entertaining, are they?" Mr Young eyed the sign. "D'you reckon they sing and dance, as well as sell books?"

"I think it's the other sort of entertaining," Adam said, and when he pushed against the door it opened with a friendly creak.

The shop appeared to be empty, but from a doorway behind the counter came the sound of voices raised in an argument that wasn't really serious, but was a good enough way to pass the time for two people who knew how it was going to end anyway.

"Hello?" Adam raised his voice. "Hello?"

"I'm afraid we're not open just at the...oh." The blond man stopped in the doorway with such suddenness that his teacup slid sideways. He reached up an absent hand to steady it on the saucer, eyes very wide.

"Really," said Adam, and winked.

[miscellanny.livejournal.com]

OH MAN FAHYE you should write more Good Omens. Because the tone is absolutely perfect, and just... SQUEE!

*is incoherent with glee and overtired*

Thank you, darlin'.