Just archiving this little thing. Fics kinda belong over here too, not only locked in my journal (I think there is one more I need to post over here as well) No cut as it is only short.
title: Biggles and Bilo (Sorry I am still bad with titles)
genre: slash (AU future fic P/C)
summary: A double drabble, exactly 200 words. Bilo needs his Biggles, so I gave him what he wants ;P
disclaimer: Not mine.
These days Peter’s poems purely stay poems instead of eventually turning into a set of lyrics, most of them being whispered into Carl’s ears on lazy mornings. Of course they haven’t lost their love for music, only today they aren’t chasing record deals anymore but play for themselves, for their friends and at irregular intervals at their local pub. Never did they regret giving up on their dream of fame and glory, and both are oddly happy in their day jobs, jobs which they would have despised all these years back.
At times; like in this very moment, lying awake in the early morning glow with Pete in his arms; Carl still muses about the life they had hoped for – a life involving a record deal, fame, albums and long concert tours. While doing so Carl always, without fail, gets a sudden sick feeling he would have lost his Peter in that other life.
So Carl, as always, quickly shakes those unwanted thoughts from his head, hugs Pete closer to him and nuzzling his nose in his lover’s hair, he waits for him to wake up. After all it’s one of those lazy mornings, maybe there also will be poetry.