Tuesday: Secrets

[ibonekoen]

Greetings, fellow wordsmiths, it is I, ibonekeon, your guest host for the week! I bring you today's theme in the form of Secrets — Everybody's got 'em, it's just a matter of who we trust enough to share them.

Come on down, stop on by, hop a carpet and fl— No, wait, wrong movie. Let's see what you can do with today's theme. Does your protagonist (or antagonist) have a secret that's eating away at their soul? Maybe they've discovered someone's secret and they're now wrestling with the moral dilemma of keeping said secret. The sky's the limit! Just remember, have fun!

As always, there's the little matter of rules:
-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Here are just a few examples to get you started:
Glee, Kurt/Blaine, Blaine didn't tell Kurt the whole story about the Sadie Hawkins dance

Avengers movieverse, Tony, His secret is...he's grateful for this ticking time bomb of a family.

tag=secrets

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Sweets and Snow, Scripps + Posner + the boys (The History Boys) -- part 2 (end)

[creepy_shetan]

Near the end of the first round of drinks, Posner was elected to be mother, which earned the entire table a dark glare. But then he smiled dangerously and yanked Scripps up from his chair, proclaiming him to be father. Scripps managed to grab the fudge tin before Posner dragged him into the kitchen, and he could hear the collective laughter morph into mournful groaning behind him.

Posner handed Scripps the tea as he set to work on the coffee. They both watched the snow falling outside of the small window over the sink while they waited for the leaves to steep and the grounds to brew.

After half a minute, Posner asked in a quiet voice, "I thought your aunt was visiting her husband's side of the family this year."

Scripps didn't look at him, but he tilted his head ruefully.

"The things you remember, Pos..."

Posner didn't look at him either, simply content to wait.

"I've helped Mum with it before. I wanted to give it a go myself this year. We made two batches, just in case."

Posner nodded.

"Tastes just like how I remember it."

Scripps bumped his shoulder into Posner's.

"Thanks."

Posner lightly mimicked the shoulder bump and then stepped away. The tea and coffee were done.

"I'm," Posner started slowly as he focused on his hands, "no good at sweets."

He could see Scripps watching him out of the corner of his eye.

"I've been told, however, that my bread shows great promise," he finished in a matter-of-fact tone.

When Posner looked up, tray in hand, his shadow of a smile grew at the sight of the open expression that Scripps wore.

Lifting his own tray, Scripps noted casually, "Look at us: the two secret bakers-in-training."

"What would the children think if they knew?" Posner conspiratorially asked with a raised brow and an inclination of his head toward the door.

"They'd be a right nuisance about Mum's and Dad's hobbies, always taking shares of the spoils. Best not to reveal ourselves just yet."

Posner paused for less than a second before agreeing.

"We have plenty of time to break their poor brains later."

"For now," Scripps said, walking backwards out the kitchen door, "we keep the truth between us."

A yell from the other side of the door immediately greeted them.

"There's Mother and Father now!"

Posner rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stifle the fondness that made its way into his smile.

"They wouldn't be able to handle it, anyway."

"By the way, you'd better have some bread for me the next time I see you," Scripps said, his stern tone undercut by his quick wink.

The door swung shut behind them, but it didn't stay shut for long.

"Oy, where's the fudge?!"

Scripps only just made it to the kitchen counter first. He sighed and caved in, however, to Dakin's pitiful pouting face. He handed his friend a piece that immediately disappeared without a trace. Scripps sighed again, and then turned away from Dakin's grin to rejoin the others.

He honestly didn't mind if he got credit for his culinary efforts or not; he was happy to know that his work was appreciated. Although, Scripps wasn't prepared for the sheer enthusiasm he witnessed from his friends. He wondered with an odd sense of detachment, as he watched the tin get passed around the table and calculated how quickly it'd been emptied, if this is how all their parents felt all the time.

Scripps shot Posner a forlorn look across the table that was met with understanding and a bit of sympathy. Children were monsters.

Re: Sweets and Snow, Scripps + Posner + the boys (The History Boys) -- part 2 (end)

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

I'm not familiar with this fandom, but this is still a sweet little story. Thanks!

Re: Sweets and Snow, Scripps + Posner + the boys (The History Boys) -- part 2 (end)

[creepy_shetan]

No worries. ~_^ The fandom's pretty small. The movie version features the British play's original cast, which I still think is cool.

Thanks for the prompt and for reading~! ♥