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Kids Inc | Oneshot: Underneath the Starry Sky
Title: Underneath the Starry Sky
Fandom: Kids Incorporated
Universe: Post-canon
Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K+
Word Count: 700
Summary: Post-canon domestic fluff. Ryan serenades his girls.
Links: FF.net | AO3 | DW
Well, this pretty much came out of nowhere, LOL.
I was updating my KI playlists on YouTube when I came across one of my favorite songs from S2/1985:
I love it because it's so soothing, a perfect closing number to an episode. Then I took a closer listen to the lyrics, and realized that this sweet little song could very easily be reworked into a lullaby:
I immediately had a little flash of an idea, of Ryan using this song as a lullaby not only for his child, but for his wife as well. I tucked this thought into my writing notebook, but never fully out of my mind. i sensed something short, sweet, and to the point, which is all too rare for my usually-epic ideas.
The hardest part was definitely trying to decide on the actual situation. How old would their kid be? Why would he take over lullaby duties? How could I incorporate Stacy in a non-intrusive way?
Really the only way it'd work is if it was very, very early into their offspring's life, when Stacy would more or less be out of commission by the sheer nature of new motherhood. I like the idea of her struggling with it, internally more than externally, but of them having enough of an enduring bond that he could intuit her distress and take over.
I deliberately wanted to keep this short, so I cut out more or less all of the backstory. I wanted the fic to feel immediate and real, a little moment in time, one random night out of any in their lives as new parents. I can only hope I didn't shortchange the male half of my ultimate OTP, because I don't think he'd let his wife suffer needlessly for the sake of his own comfort (or rest). He reacts immediately to her cry for help, but that's because he was already going to act - he didn't need to be prompted to lend a helping hand.
The vague pronouns were also a deliberate choice. Even though I love writing my OTP as a post-canon married couple, I am still just a teensy bit leery of writing kidfic. I didn't want to get too far down the rabbit hole of any possible children, mostly because I don't find such musings all that interesting. I like the characters of Ryan and Stacy and their interactions with each other more than I necessarily care that they have a storybook happily-ever-after. Not giving their kid a name gave me the freedom to not name them explicitly, either, which helped with my personal, mental barrier of writing these two in rather stereotypical domestic bliss.
Still, I wanted my fluff, and I kinda liked the challenge of keeping all of the characters straight, even when using the same pronouns to refer to different characters. I think it worked, but that might just be because I know where I was trying to go with this. Readers will have to let me know how well I actually succeeded (or failed, LOL).
So, here are 700 words of shameless domestic fluff ♥ I can't say anything more for myself, other than I hope that writing short, manageable chunks of fic will help me get back on the wagon, so to speak. I miss writing regularly, especially for my OTPs ♥ ♥ ♥
Fandom: Kids Incorporated
Universe: Post-canon
Genre: Family, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: K+
Word Count: 700
Summary: Post-canon domestic fluff. Ryan serenades his girls.
Links: FF.net | AO3 | DW
Well, this pretty much came out of nowhere, LOL.
I was updating my KI playlists on YouTube when I came across one of my favorite songs from S2/1985:
I love it because it's so soothing, a perfect closing number to an episode. Then I took a closer listen to the lyrics, and realized that this sweet little song could very easily be reworked into a lullaby:
Butcher, baker, soldier, sailor of the sea
Hauler, healer, carpenter of symphonies
Rich man, poor man, mother, father with their child
All day worker, to your fate be reconciled
Come the night, lay down your burden
Come the night when work is done
Come the night, forget your battles lost or won
Come the night, we’re all just children
Underneath the starry sky
Come the night, we are no different
You and I / You and I
Come the night
Brother, sister, whether you be friend or foe
Let’s pull together, we’ve all got so far to go
Come the night, lay down your burden
Come the night when work is done
Come the night, forget your battles lost or won
Come the night
In the arms of sleep
We can fly
In a dream so deep
You and I
Put away our cares
And leave our troubles there
Come the night (x2)
Come the night, forget your battles lost or won
Come the night, we’re all just children
Underneath the starry sky
Come the night, we are no different
You and I / You and I
Come the night
Come the night
I immediately had a little flash of an idea, of Ryan using this song as a lullaby not only for his child, but for his wife as well. I tucked this thought into my writing notebook, but never fully out of my mind. i sensed something short, sweet, and to the point, which is all too rare for my usually-epic ideas.
The hardest part was definitely trying to decide on the actual situation. How old would their kid be? Why would he take over lullaby duties? How could I incorporate Stacy in a non-intrusive way?
Really the only way it'd work is if it was very, very early into their offspring's life, when Stacy would more or less be out of commission by the sheer nature of new motherhood. I like the idea of her struggling with it, internally more than externally, but of them having enough of an enduring bond that he could intuit her distress and take over.
I deliberately wanted to keep this short, so I cut out more or less all of the backstory. I wanted the fic to feel immediate and real, a little moment in time, one random night out of any in their lives as new parents. I can only hope I didn't shortchange the male half of my ultimate OTP, because I don't think he'd let his wife suffer needlessly for the sake of his own comfort (or rest). He reacts immediately to her cry for help, but that's because he was already going to act - he didn't need to be prompted to lend a helping hand.
The vague pronouns were also a deliberate choice. Even though I love writing my OTP as a post-canon married couple, I am still just a teensy bit leery of writing kidfic. I didn't want to get too far down the rabbit hole of any possible children, mostly because I don't find such musings all that interesting. I like the characters of Ryan and Stacy and their interactions with each other more than I necessarily care that they have a storybook happily-ever-after. Not giving their kid a name gave me the freedom to not name them explicitly, either, which helped with my personal, mental barrier of writing these two in rather stereotypical domestic bliss.
Still, I wanted my fluff, and I kinda liked the challenge of keeping all of the characters straight, even when using the same pronouns to refer to different characters. I think it worked, but that might just be because I know where I was trying to go with this. Readers will have to let me know how well I actually succeeded (or failed, LOL).
So, here are 700 words of shameless domestic fluff ♥ I can't say anything more for myself, other than I hope that writing short, manageable chunks of fic will help me get back on the wagon, so to speak. I miss writing regularly, especially for my OTPs ♥ ♥ ♥