Polari is a mixture of Italian, Romani, London slang, backslang, rhyming slang, sailor slang, and thieves' cant. Later it expanded to contain words from Yiddish and from 1960s srug subculture slang. It can be traced back as a slang/language as far back as the 16th century, and it was adopted as a form of communication by some of the UK LGBTQ+ community in the 20th century. Some words are still in use today!
Prompt: Written in Code (#pw alt21)
Polari itself is a code, but there's been lots of codes used over the years. Cyphers were used for a lots of things over the years. Did you ever make up a secret language between friends? Learnt to write shorthand, or had a secret knock?
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(Warning for gun mentions but nobody's getting shot, dw)
“Alex.”
Alex started, his gaze snapping to Charlie. Charlie hadn’t moved, still staring out the window of the car, and for a moment Alex wondered if he hadn’t been hearing things.
Then Charlie spoke again, banishing those thoughts in an instant. “You’re still my friend, right?”
“Of course,” Alex said. Charlie may have been acting odd ever since he’d returned, but Alex mostly just chalked that up to the fact he’d been the rebels’ captive for so long, and it wasn’t like Alex was going to hold that against him.
Charlie nodded. “Then I’m going to give you two options,” he said, his voice sounding almost too casual. “Either you stay here and keep playing your part, or I can trust you to keep your mouth shut and you come with me.”
“Keep my—Charlie, what are you on about?” Alex asked.
Charlie finally looked at Alex, an unfamiliar spark in his grey eyes. “Time to decide,” he smirked, then he unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door, and dived out.
“Charlie!” Alex was frozen in his seat for a moment, his mind racing. He should go after Charlie, but he should wait for the driver to stop so he wouldn’t hurt himself. But every second he waited, Charlie was getting further away, since he’d landed on his feet—how??—and immediately started running. Not to mention his words echoing in Alex’s head, confusing him further. What part was he playing? What secrets did Charlie need him to keep?
Alex groaned, and even as he felt the car slow beneath his feet, he unbuckled, took a deep breath, and jumped out the open door after Charlie. His landing was nowhere near as graceful, but Alex just winced through the pain as he regained his feet and took off after Charlie.
He wasn’t sure how long Charlie ran, but his legs were aching and his lungs burned by the time Charlie ducked into a dak alleyway. Alex followed and found Charlie leaning against a wall, panting a bit but nowhere near winded.
“What the hell was that about?” Alex demanded, barely keeping his feet as he tried to regain his breath.
To his surprise, Charlie laughed. “Fuck that was fun.”
“Fun?”
Charlie shrugged easily. “Eclipse says I’m an adrenaline junkie. Which is hypocritical of him, but I digress.”
“Who—Charlie, what the fuck is going on?”
“First off, remember you promised me silence,” Charlie said.
“I don’t know what I’m agreeing to!”
They were cut off by the roar of a motorcycle, and Alex instinctively moved to cover Charlie, his hand moving to the gun at his hip.
Charlie shoved his arm away. “Chill,” he said.
Alex didn’t get a chance to respond as the motorcycle turned into their alleyway. Charlie ducked out from behind Alex, and before Alex could stop him he was darting through the alley to greet the rider. “Eclipse!”
The rider—Eclipse, apparently—pulled his helmet off, and Alex sucked in a breath, drawing his gun. He didn’t dare aim though, especially as Charlie threw his arms around the rider’s neck to kiss him.
“Charlie.” Alex was impressed at how level his voice was.
Charlie reluctantly broke away to look at Alex.
“Get over here. Please.”
The rider raised an eyebrow at Charlie. “Didn’t know you were gonna have an escort,” he said.
“Alex, chill,” Charlie said, ignoring the rider’s comment.
“Charles.”
Charlie’s expression dropped, and he stepped away from the rider, keeping himself between the rider and Alex. “Alexander.” Alex shivered at his flat tone. “Do you trust me or not?”
“I trust you,” Alex said. “It’s Vargas I don’t trust.”
Vargas chuckled, leaning against the handlebars of his bike. “Smart one,” he commented. “Or maybe just well placed.”
“Then trust me when I say he’s not a threat,” Charlie said, once again ignoring Vargas’s commentary.
“But—”
“I spent the past two years with him, and look, I’m perfectly fine.” Charlie spread out his arms to prove his point.
“You’re missing your leg.”
Charlie winced. “Okay, bad example maybe, but that was actually an accident and not Eclipse’s fault at all. Look,” he said as Alex made to argue. “This is—it’s a long story. And yeah, we can talk here, or we could go sit down somewhere and talk about it like civilized people who aren’t five seconds away from drawing a gun on my—on Eclipse.”
“What about your parents?” Alex asked lowly. “They’ll be looking for you.”
Charlie’s eyes glinted. “They can handle me being gone for a few hours,” he said breezily. “And we’ll figure out some cover story before we head back. They’ll believe it, after all, how could I ever lie to them?”
Oh. Alex had vastly underestimated Charlie. Alex, and everybody else they knew.
“So?” Charlie asked.
Alex hesitated, then sighed heavily and holstered his gun again. “One wrong move,” he threatened Vargas.
Vargas smirked. “Right back at you.”
As Vargas dismounted and Charlie returned to his side, Alex couldn’t help the sinking feeling that he’d just gotten in way over his head.
Some of you have been posting your entries straight into our Ao3 Collection. We'd hate for them to miss the spotlight, so here is a list of everything posted in there for Week 3 of Pridewrite!
Day 17: Story and Remember
Bedtime Story by ughdotcom pw17, Our Flag Means Death
once upon a december by NicNack4U pw17, Hannibal
If I had a flower... by Samunderthelights pw18, CMBYN
look at this photograph by NicNack4U pw18, pw alt18, Friends
The Letters by ughdotcom pw18, Pacific Rim
too much love drives a man insane, you broke my will (but, what a thrill) by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt18, Top Gun (nsfw) (period-typical homophobia)
Day 19: Time and Change
everything has changed by NicNack4U pw19, pw alt19, Doctor Who
i'm awake for the first time by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt19, TMNT (transphobia, mentioned/implied rape)
Snapshots of Time by ughdotcom pw19, Doctor Who
the internet is forever by 27twinsister pw19, Kamen Rider Zi-O
Day 20: Camp and Subculture
and you know that she should be screaming by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw20, TMNT (ableism, gore, murder)
Stumbling In by ughdotcom pw alt20, Hamlet
Day 21: Polari and Written In Code
Coded by ughdotcom pw alt21, Pacific Rim
In Code by NicNack4U pw alt21, Supernatural
monsters under your bed (we are, we are)Â by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt21, Stranger Things (self harm, implied CSA, medical torture, abuse, past implied rape)
Day 22: Violets and Unknown
case notes, nyc residence by This_world_of_beautiful_monsters pw alt22, TMNT (fantasy racism, casual homophobia transphobia and xenophobia/racism, non-graphic violence, medical trauma, implied ableism, non-graphic violence)
Day 22 - Violets by The_Faceless_Old_Weatherboy pw22, The Owl House
It's like I'm powerful with a little bit of tender by NicNack4U pw22, Supernatural
Pressed Flowers by ughdotcom pw22, Doctor Who
Day 23: Green Carnations and Building
Carnation Button Hole by ughdotcom pw23, Harry Potter
I Knew I Loved You by NicNack4U pw23, Hannibal (canon-typical violence)
i don't like anyone better than you, it's true by This_world_of_ beautiful_monsters pw23, TMNT (nsfw) (incest, dubcon)
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