A/N: I've had difficulty writing in the last couple of months and feeling low and uninspired. During this time I set myself a challenge to get some 200 word random drabbles written, just trying to keep things flowing, and with the help of Rant as official random number picker (and the poor soul who had to read the damn things) I wrote a bunch of them with pairs of random characters and a random situation. Although it was mostly a bit of fun there were a couple I was actually pleased with (and some that were totally ridiculous!) so I've decided to share a few.

These are pretty much all set in the universe of 90s Fenchurch East from my fics but the vast majority are NOT CANON! Although some could possibly fit into existing fics or are things I had in my head, and others may become part of the universe in the future. Where either of those are the case I'll state so. Really this whole thing is just an extra bit of fun connected to my fics and a way to collate the decent ones together but I'm still glad to hear any thoughts if any of them amuse/disturb/move/terrify you :D

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Drabble 1

Random pairing here was Keats/Simon and the situation was Unrequited Love – I actually imagine this fitting in somewhere in the gap between Chasing Rainbows and Eyes of Blue and I HATE the amount of Keats/Simon feels this gave me!

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He watched from afar as the tall man with the blue eyes checked the song list and wrote down his request before returning to the centre of the group of rowdy coppers. He did this most nights now. He wasn't there for the music or the atmosphere, that was for certain.

He downed his drink and squeezed his glass so hard it almost shattered, just like his heart.

It had happened again. Keats regarded the matter with fury. It had just been sex; a way to get what he wanted as well as to have something to hold over Simon, but after that night he found himself thinking about him more and more.

There had always been something there, just bubbling under. But in Keats's head it had become so great that it was destroying him inside. He thought about that one night again and how tender Simon had been when Keats had let his human side show. But then the monster had overtaken and ruined everything.

'And besides,' he thought to himself, 'it's not as though he'd want me. Not really.'

This time the glass shattered in his hand as he whispered,

"I'm not the right brother."