[snippet] Homecoming (tGE AU)
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valmoraTitle: Homecoming
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: tGE AU, post-fic
Pairing: pseudo-gen that acknowledges that it's not really gen. RJ and vL
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be paying for this LJ. As it is, only the situation belongs to myself and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
figletofvenice.
Warning: preslash, teacher/student sexual tension, stream of consciousness, few caps, and intentional grammar mistakes.
Notes: I also wanted to experiment with being lazy.
RJ's shirt is a Saiyuki quote. I got it from Kazuya Minekura.
rj doesn't know what he's doing. this is insane. this is more than insane this is downright dogshit crazy, going back here where a few of the good memories and some of the bad ones are.
his feet don't stop on the floor tile the clicking heels of his boots comforting and he wonders if he'll remember him probably yes. maybe. only two years.
hard to forget your first class the class where two boys died. rj misses sandy suddenly, desperate and bright and thinks sandy would have made him laugh by now, made some joke like always knew you were persistent, RJ; go get him, but somehow it's not as funny because it's not sandy saying it.
roger probably would have been shaking his head bemusedly by now, embarrased because he and rj were supposed to be the token straight boys and now it's looking more and more like roger was the only token straight boy but with the way sandy was touching him that night and the way roger was looking like he'd just had the revelation of his life then maybe there weren't any token straight boys at all.
the door has posters on it in german, business cards and train timetables and faded maps and a giant sign in german that says whining is for those who are too stupid to concentrate. rj has to laugh in surprise because that's so terribly herr von luger and he can't believe the man got away with it, but maybe that the department chair is a latin teacher is the reason why.
he leans against the door frame and peeks in and has to stifle the cold shock in his hands because going to visit old teachers isn't supposed to be this scary. coughs.
"um. guten...er," he looks at his watch for the time, "abent, herr v.," he says as his former teacher looks up from grading german-4 essays.
the look of confusion resolves fast. "Guten Abent, Rupert."
"rj." states it hears the quick intake of breath wonders and knows why it feels momentous.
"RJ?"
looks away, "only my teachers call me rupert. friends call me rj. it fits better. i always feel that rupert should be in a tie and a blazer and shined shoes and sucking up to authority figures. rj gets to wear fishnet and swear and be a person."
von luger laughs bittersweet dark and stands and says "Come on in. You don't need to hide in the doorway," and rj takes two steps forward avoids the hard edge of the desk in the corner (colin's desk colin with the bad eyes and the amazing pens that fooled a thousand bouncers in four years and where is colin now probably in college and going to work for the treasury to make bills harder to forge) and stands in front of von luger who stands and looks at him like he's forgotten what rj looks like in two years and is remembering by making new memories.
rj feels like a bug under a microscope and wishes he hadn't decided to wear the shirt that says if you see the buddha on the road, shoot him because now that he thinks on it that's kind of weird but he guesses it's not a problem 'cause he doesn't say anything.
"How has college been treating you?" von luger perches on the edge of his teacher's desk and rj sits on a student desk and feels weird like shaky like he maybe should be playing with his shirt sleeves like a girl.
remembers to answer "good and bad. the roommate sucks and i don't mean literally so we don't get along and make sure we're never in the same room together but there's a sweet café down the street and the owner is from the u.p. that's the way north of michigan and she serves these great things that are like portable pot pies only better so my friends and i hang out there and do all our homework and get free breakfast once a week we buy so much. it's really great. 'll have to bring you one. sometime."
"I think that you would have eaten it first," carefully but amused and rj smiles sheepish and says nothing except to clear his throat.
rj looks at the pile of papers and wants to laugh remembering how everyone wanted to forget syntax and put the verb in the middle like literal translation and all he can think of is "does it get frustrating reading papers by kids who can't write" and von luger laughs.
"You would call it payback for all of the papers I handed in to my English teacher."
grin "touché.
"Um.
"how much longer'll you be here" and his voice feels like it's cracking going hoarse.
von luger looks at the clock "Twenty minutes, perhaps."
"can i wait for you?"
a look over his face like a decision with a catch-22 and an answer of, "If you would like."
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: tGE AU, post-fic
Pairing: pseudo-gen that acknowledges that it's not really gen. RJ and vL
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I'd be paying for this LJ. As it is, only the situation belongs to myself and
figletofvenice.Warning: preslash, teacher/student sexual tension, stream of consciousness, few caps, and intentional grammar mistakes.
Notes: I also wanted to experiment with being lazy.
RJ's shirt is a Saiyuki quote. I got it from Kazuya Minekura.
rj doesn't know what he's doing. this is insane. this is more than insane this is downright dogshit crazy, going back here where a few of the good memories and some of the bad ones are.
his feet don't stop on the floor tile the clicking heels of his boots comforting and he wonders if he'll remember him probably yes. maybe. only two years.
hard to forget your first class the class where two boys died. rj misses sandy suddenly, desperate and bright and thinks sandy would have made him laugh by now, made some joke like always knew you were persistent, RJ; go get him, but somehow it's not as funny because it's not sandy saying it.
roger probably would have been shaking his head bemusedly by now, embarrased because he and rj were supposed to be the token straight boys and now it's looking more and more like roger was the only token straight boy but with the way sandy was touching him that night and the way roger was looking like he'd just had the revelation of his life then maybe there weren't any token straight boys at all.
the door has posters on it in german, business cards and train timetables and faded maps and a giant sign in german that says whining is for those who are too stupid to concentrate. rj has to laugh in surprise because that's so terribly herr von luger and he can't believe the man got away with it, but maybe that the department chair is a latin teacher is the reason why.
he leans against the door frame and peeks in and has to stifle the cold shock in his hands because going to visit old teachers isn't supposed to be this scary. coughs.
"um. guten...er," he looks at his watch for the time, "abent, herr v.," he says as his former teacher looks up from grading german-4 essays.
the look of confusion resolves fast. "Guten Abent, Rupert."
"rj." states it hears the quick intake of breath wonders and knows why it feels momentous.
"RJ?"
looks away, "only my teachers call me rupert. friends call me rj. it fits better. i always feel that rupert should be in a tie and a blazer and shined shoes and sucking up to authority figures. rj gets to wear fishnet and swear and be a person."
von luger laughs bittersweet dark and stands and says "Come on in. You don't need to hide in the doorway," and rj takes two steps forward avoids the hard edge of the desk in the corner (colin's desk colin with the bad eyes and the amazing pens that fooled a thousand bouncers in four years and where is colin now probably in college and going to work for the treasury to make bills harder to forge) and stands in front of von luger who stands and looks at him like he's forgotten what rj looks like in two years and is remembering by making new memories.
rj feels like a bug under a microscope and wishes he hadn't decided to wear the shirt that says if you see the buddha on the road, shoot him because now that he thinks on it that's kind of weird but he guesses it's not a problem 'cause he doesn't say anything.
"How has college been treating you?" von luger perches on the edge of his teacher's desk and rj sits on a student desk and feels weird like shaky like he maybe should be playing with his shirt sleeves like a girl.
remembers to answer "good and bad. the roommate sucks and i don't mean literally so we don't get along and make sure we're never in the same room together but there's a sweet café down the street and the owner is from the u.p. that's the way north of michigan and she serves these great things that are like portable pot pies only better so my friends and i hang out there and do all our homework and get free breakfast once a week we buy so much. it's really great. 'll have to bring you one. sometime."
"I think that you would have eaten it first," carefully but amused and rj smiles sheepish and says nothing except to clear his throat.
rj looks at the pile of papers and wants to laugh remembering how everyone wanted to forget syntax and put the verb in the middle like literal translation and all he can think of is "does it get frustrating reading papers by kids who can't write" and von luger laughs.
"You would call it payback for all of the papers I handed in to my English teacher."
grin "touché.
"Um.
"how much longer'll you be here" and his voice feels like it's cracking going hoarse.
von luger looks at the clock "Twenty minutes, perhaps."
"can i wait for you?"
a look over his face like a decision with a catch-22 and an answer of, "If you would like."
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Date: 2005-08-14 05:39 am (UTC)I just figured that since he's nervous, he'd be talking very quickly and with run-on sentences. Cool. Works for me. XD RJ has skills when it comes to doing a lot of talking on one breath, it seems. Not that this is a bad thing.
It's actually kind of weird, in a good way. All brain-stretchy, so to speak. Keeps things interesting, I think.
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Date: 2005-08-14 06:28 am (UTC)More RJ-fic? I hope so. I like RJ. He's so adorably rebelliously in love with Herr vL. ::pinches his cheeks::
Not that this is a bad thing.
It means he
can kiss for a long time without having to stophas lots of fun reading aloud.