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reddwarfslash2008-11-18 06:31 pm
tarnneth.livejournal.com) wrote in reddwarfslash2008-11-18 06:31 pm
hello and fic offering
New member alert. I wonder what colour that one would be. I'm Tarn and I'm new to the fandom. The pairing has long poked at my brain but recently due to marathon watching of Red Dwarf while avoiding my homework I've given into it. So this leads me to here.
Randomly the other day at work I wrote the first double drabble. This is my preferred format for playing with a new fandom. In some cases it becomes the only way a pairing manifests. I have three Buckaroo Banzai Perfect Tommy/Rawhide doubles and I doubt I'll every write anything bigger than that for that fandom.
So here's my little offering. No beta cause my standard first beta is my wife and she won't touch this pairing with a ten foot holowhip.
Oh, almost forgot
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister but unrequited
Set: Somewhere late Series 5, so before Legion but maybe not long before
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, not making any money.
Watching
Rimmer watched his bunkmate through half-lidded eyes. Lister was dancing about their room in his usual slobby morning attire of stained, threadbare boxers and an even more stained t-shirt, singing to himself quietly. Some inane song by one of the groups of pseudo-musicians he favored. Not proper music but oddly pretty when crooned.
He loved these moments. It didn't happen that often, Lister awake and mucking about before blockhead arrived with his breakfast. These times were precious to Rimmer. He could pretend to sleep and watch the man's every move. Studying. Memorizing. Worshiping. All under the cover of feigned slumber.
Rimmer didn't recall when it had happened. When Lister's general grubbiness had become endearing. His lack of refinement, charming. His chubby, smegging face and ridiculous dreadlocks, pathetically cute. When had disgust turned into desire?
He didn't know but it had and there was nothing he could do about it but watch and lust and sneak off to some secluded part of the ship to indulge in simulated self-abuse until pixelated fluid erupted only to wink out of existence before it even reached the floor. A fitting symbol of his ineffectual existence.
It made him sad.
Knowing
He thinks I don't notice the looks. How his eyes follow me. How he fakes being asleep so he can watch me. Thinks I'm totally unaware of his longing. But I'm not. I just don't mind so much.
It's nice to be wanted, even if it is a complete smeghead doing the wanting. Honestly, he's not the least appealing admirer I've had. That was Petersen, though he said he was just really pissed that night.
I know, it's Rimmer. And ugh, Rimmer. But I can't deny that I care about him. I mean, after all these years how am I supposed to not? But this confused "he's all I have so how can I not sorta want him" thing. It's just no good. He's a hologram.
It's worse than wanting Kochanski cause at least she's not right in front of me but still untouchable. So I don't let myself want him. Do anything I can to not to picture his sweet, smug face when I wank. Really avoid thinking about him getting a body. Don't know I what I'd do.
But I'm not gonna stop him looking cause it's all I have and how can I give that up?
These might be preludes to a longer piece but I'll have to see as I have a bunch of fic in beta I promised to work on during Yule break. Sigh.
Randomly the other day at work I wrote the first double drabble. This is my preferred format for playing with a new fandom. In some cases it becomes the only way a pairing manifests. I have three Buckaroo Banzai Perfect Tommy/Rawhide doubles and I doubt I'll every write anything bigger than that for that fandom.
So here's my little offering. No beta cause my standard first beta is my wife and she won't touch this pairing with a ten foot holowhip.
Oh, almost forgot
Pairing: Rimmer/Lister but unrequited
Set: Somewhere late Series 5, so before Legion but maybe not long before
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, not making any money.
Watching
Rimmer watched his bunkmate through half-lidded eyes. Lister was dancing about their room in his usual slobby morning attire of stained, threadbare boxers and an even more stained t-shirt, singing to himself quietly. Some inane song by one of the groups of pseudo-musicians he favored. Not proper music but oddly pretty when crooned.
He loved these moments. It didn't happen that often, Lister awake and mucking about before blockhead arrived with his breakfast. These times were precious to Rimmer. He could pretend to sleep and watch the man's every move. Studying. Memorizing. Worshiping. All under the cover of feigned slumber.
Rimmer didn't recall when it had happened. When Lister's general grubbiness had become endearing. His lack of refinement, charming. His chubby, smegging face and ridiculous dreadlocks, pathetically cute. When had disgust turned into desire?
He didn't know but it had and there was nothing he could do about it but watch and lust and sneak off to some secluded part of the ship to indulge in simulated self-abuse until pixelated fluid erupted only to wink out of existence before it even reached the floor. A fitting symbol of his ineffectual existence.
It made him sad.
Knowing
He thinks I don't notice the looks. How his eyes follow me. How he fakes being asleep so he can watch me. Thinks I'm totally unaware of his longing. But I'm not. I just don't mind so much.
It's nice to be wanted, even if it is a complete smeghead doing the wanting. Honestly, he's not the least appealing admirer I've had. That was Petersen, though he said he was just really pissed that night.
I know, it's Rimmer. And ugh, Rimmer. But I can't deny that I care about him. I mean, after all these years how am I supposed to not? But this confused "he's all I have so how can I not sorta want him" thing. It's just no good. He's a hologram.
It's worse than wanting Kochanski cause at least she's not right in front of me but still untouchable. So I don't let myself want him. Do anything I can to not to picture his sweet, smug face when I wank. Really avoid thinking about him getting a body. Don't know I what I'd do.
But I'm not gonna stop him looking cause it's all I have and how can I give that up?
These might be preludes to a longer piece but I'll have to see as I have a bunch of fic in beta I promised to work on during Yule break. Sigh.
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Also, here's hoping your wife will come around - I squicked for Rimmer/Lister at first too. They grow on you! ;)
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She's gonna be quite peeved if I write Red Dwarf slash all winter break rather then finally finishing my Jeeves & Wooster or my POTC. I'll get death glances and less kisses.