#Old fics

[kxsm3t]

Looking for a really old fic…

a LONG time ago i came across a seong gi hun x reader fic where the reader is female, and they were childhood best friends who ended up in the squid games set in season 1 (2020) and i remember that the title was ‘reminiscense’ or something like that

the reader and gi hun were talking about how when gi hun was a kid and his knee got scraped, the reader’s mom would always take care of his injuries

lmk if u guys found!! (it i think it was deleted..)

[ostentatiouslyonigiri]

Illumi Zoldyck prompt # 41

“Why’re you crying? Aren’t you happy to be with me?”

Clad in your usual attire of washed out bluejeans, worn out sneakers, and an oversized sweater just begging to be put out of its misery, the weather was a bit humid and the sky was overcast. The stickiness of the air clung to your skin like a child would to its mother and served to only support your bed and cover's plea for you to return, and once again, bask in its embrace—but today was special. Your fiancé, Jaren, had just finished his medical thesis on the ethics of healthcare and was going to present it to the campus' esteemed doctors, who would occasionally come to scout out new talent.Jaren wasn't dumb, he was actually quite brilliant; though his predisposition to overanalyze, and thus slow his progress on a project, created the impression of incompetency. In a school as expensive and competitive as his, even the notion of ineptitude was enough to ruin careers and social standings before they even began. Despite his faults, you still loved him all the same. Even if he wasn't the richest or most handsome guy, even if he couldn't provide for you both as much as you would have liked, and even if he was somewhat forgetful of certain dates, you were happy all the same. He was going to ace this, and when he did, he'll come home to a delicious meal!

As you made your way to the store with the money you managed to scrape by, you hummed to yourself a song that refused to leave. You stopped. Your head shifted around and the rhythmic pitter patter of your shoes hitting the pavement came to a halt. Something in the air felt off. The normally populated market center was now a ghost town and you don't like it. Making a mental note not to idle too much, you pushed the uneasy feeling deep into your mind and continued on.

What you saw as you entered the store was something no person should ever see: Slumped against the wall, face contorted in a silent scream, was the body-no corpse- of a man. Where his eyes should be, were needles; multiples of them all crammed into the sockets of the man as his hands were held against the wall with more of said needles. Stumbling back one step, two steps, then four, you grabbed your phone and called the police. Hours later, the once idle shopping center became rife with crowds of people and police; all trying to get their fill of the incident to either report to online sources or simply to curb their morbid curiosity. Police, soon after establishing the crime scene, ushered out what was left of said crowd and continued with their administrations. Of course, after questioning, you too joined those escorted out of the store...But as you left with the crowd, you felt the piercing stare of an unnerving and unappreciated presence. Your movements slowed and time seemed to yield, as if acknowledging as well the unsettling

cautiousness of the situation. Shifting from person to person, your brain searched desperately to pin the disquieting feeling being forced onto you as your eyes scanned the crowd.

Black hair; traces of long,silky,locks added with the impassive,yet obsessive, stare of the pale spectre only served to further disturb you. Observing the stranger, you couldn't help but to notice the odd beauty he possessed. His face was perfectly sculpted and was reminiscent to that of a porcelain doll, and his large coal black eyes- though creepy- only added to his hauntingly good looks.How long had you been staring at him? Bringing your mind back to the present, you quickly oriented yourself with the crowd of people and like that, the stranger was gone. 'How curious…', you thought to yourself.

It had all happened so fast; the days that later turned into months following your meeting with the beautiful stranger yielded some interesting results. For one, the rent that seemed to only continue being pushed back with the hope of being satisfied when things got better, were suddenly paid for.That annoying neighbor that insisted that we were too loud, suddenly found us to be less annoying and became sparse. You even mysteriously found that particular brand of perfume you've always wanted was right at your doorstep, ready to be used.As these kind gestures from the universe seemed to throw itself at you,your fiancé you joked about the source of it all. Maybe a fellow student at his university was silently acknowledging his hard work and contributions to his study, or maybe, you joked, it was a ghostly secret admirer showing his appreciation through great generosity. You found the idea funny, as someone as average as you would never gain such attention like that. Even though you found the idea amusing, your darling certainly didn't.He believed that this was dangerous and would come to bite them later. In all of these suggestions, never once did you assume that it could be the doing of the beautiful man you saw all those months ago. As the presents grew, so too did a lingering presence similar to the beautiful stranger's, follow suit. Could it be him? Whatever this was, it was a somewhat welcome extra help; well at least, it was, anyway.

While Lady Luck seemed to be smiling down on you in particular, she did not grant Jaren the same courtesy. On one occasion, Jaren found that his keys and other items were missing. Perhaps he misplaced them? You remember that night he had a seminar to attend and taking the bus was not viable. You tried your best to calm him down; you assured him that they would appear eventually, and that he could use what little money you got from your measly cashier job to send him on his way with a taxi.When he came home, he had stabbed his foot on a needle. On another occasion, the thesis paper he had painstakingly written and rewritten, to perfection, had been deleted right before a big presentation.You didn't know how it happened, as it had multiple backups, but this did not bode well for him,his reputation, or the grant money that you both came to rely on to make ends meet. Slowly, but surely, this situation became less and less amusing, and more and more stressful on your relationship. As the days dragged on and as the gifts increased, disaster struck.It's funny really how easily things came apart once he received a letter of expulsion for his supposed plagiarization of other more reputable studies. It was swift and brutal.

Suddenly, you went from living as comfortably as you and your love possibly could in your humble apartment, to relying on this secret admirer's kindly donations to keep you from being homeless. Though you tried to stay positive for the both of you, it was not enough. "I've had it with this stalker! My life is ruined, (Y/n)". Through gentle touches and caressing affection, you tried to assure him that perhaps this was all just a mistake on the school's part, and that all would get better; that was a bad move. " Don't you get it? It's done! I will never become a surgeon-I'll never be able to support you. Support us. What kind of man am I, that even this creep can be a better provider for you than me ?", He exclaimed. As he sat on the floor and sobbed into your arms, you felt the many hands and claws of agony grab onto your heart and pull. The intense gaze that seemed to surround you at almost every given day only intensified as the man in your arms gradually broke down. Was it enjoying it? It had to be, because if he even seemed to be doing well in the slightest, it's aura changed to a sickly one. As you came home from a particularly long day of work, Jaren was nowhere to be seen. At first, you believed that maybe he went to go blow off some steam with some of the few schoolmates that stayed by his side, but when you called them, they hadn't even seen him since the day he was expelled. You tried calling his mom; no response. It was as if he had disappeared off the face of the Earth.

This was all so long ago. As Mother Nature looked down upon the night sky and decorated it with flashes of light and sounds of thunder. The rain hitting the window with little thumps against the glass only served to ground you to your unpleasant reality. Today was the day you would give yourself to your secret admirer; or as you've now come to know him as Illumi. You knew that at some point in your newly established marriage that this would be an inevitability, but funnily time had a way of sneaking up on you while simultaneously giving the illusion of having plenty of it.

There you stood in the mirror, clad with the expensive lingerie that your dear husband's mother had ever so lovingly picked out for you. It hugged your curves with an embrace that could only be rivaled by him. It was a shame that said person had to be the one to see it and not your beloved from so long ago…

"You've been taking a long time". You jumped at the sudden introduction of Illumi. He often did this, wholey unconcerned about how awkward it made interactions with him become, or how you would wince when he went to touch you. This was way different then how Jaren would approach you. "I thought I told you to wait on the bed until I get back...Did I not make myself clear?". Just like every interaction with Illumi, this was rhetorical; an order that was phrased as something open to response on your part, but was merely his way of pushing you to bend to his desires. Not wanting to add to the scars from punishments given to you when you did not heed the danger in his voice, you affected a smile, and confirmed that he indeed stated that. He never was one to accept excuses.

Seeing the discomfort in the way you shyly shifted away from him as he snaked his arms around your waist, his normally impassive face shifting into a frown.

"( Y/n), do I not do a good job providing for you?". As you struggled to beat down the lump in your throat, Illumi's slender hands cupped your breasts, giving special attention to your nipples. Tensing ever so slightly, you prepared for another generic answer, but before you could, he spoke again: "Tell me, when you were with that good for nothing, did my gifts not satisfy you when he couldn't?".Tears pricked the sides of your eyes as you willed yourself to hold your tongue. Yet again, right when you were preparing to give yet another generic answer, his hand slid down from your breast and gently began rubbing circles around your now budding nub. His long silky hair and cool breath tickled your neck. You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes the gentleness of his touch was enough to make you want to give in to him, even if he was clearly in the wrong.

Though you didn't give a verbal answer, he seemed satisfied with the answer your body gave. Taking your silence as permission, he caged your body in his and led you to the bed. It was at this moment that the tears you had been holding back broke, and you found yourself to be only a mess of sobs and gasps. Towering above you as his hair became walls of ink , blocking out any and everything except his impassive gaze, he stood there as uncaring as ever and watched you unravel before him. Somewhat visibly annoyed, he wipes the tears falling down the sides of your face in a facsimile of fondness. " Why are you crying? Aren't you happy to be with me?".

Just as you'd done before, you gave in and did as he wanted. You gave him another set of words that would satisfy his need for control; "Yes, of course I'm happy to be with you".

After all, he was your husband and you were his cute, obedient, little wife.

[sarcasstic-jpmvr]

HELP @rabiessnail IS BULLYING ME WITH FICS I WROTE FROM WHEN I WAS 13

i mean this as a joke I still love @rabiessnail very much /p

BUT STILL HELP ME

@rabiessnail pls don’t reblog saying what the username is i’m bekng serious rn i don’t need other people knowing i wrote those

you can send screenshots from it but pls make sure the username is blurred out or sth I am begging of you

[loopstagirl]

Shot in the Dark, Ch 13

Ruth Tracy sat comfortably back in her armchair, a nice cup of tea next to her as she waited for her old friend to come back through from the kitchen. Despite adoring every moment she spent on the island, the old woman had to admit she enjoyed being back in Kansas. She wouldn't swap her family for the world, but living on an island with her son and five grandsons was enough to make any woman want to leave for the seclusion of an old farm now and again. How the boys would manage without her, she had no idea, but when Jeff had all but pleaded with her to take a vacation, well, she couldn't refuse. Not to mention that the look he had given her was the same one that always had her crumbling, and she knew that he knew it.

"Oh Ruth, do come and see this."

Hearing the excited note in her friend's voice, Grandma pulled herself to her feet, pausing for long enough to set her cup down. She thought that she seemed to spend most of her time running around after someone – normally her own son – but there had been a note in the other woman's voice that had caught her attention.

"What is it, Evelyn dear?"

"Do come and see. It's those fine International Rescue boys on the television."

Immediately feeling her pulse begin to quicken, Grandma hurried her way into the kitchen, attempting to keep her face neutral as Evelyn motioned for her to pull up a seat. Lowering herself almost shakily into said seat, Grandma steeled herself before looking up. She knew the boys hated being filmed out on a rescue, but it wasn't often that the reporters managed to get away without the boys noticing.

"...and as you can see, one member seems to be on the floor, whilst the others are trying to make the assailant back away. No, wait..." As the reporter turned away to mutter something to her cameraman, her hurried tones making him zoom in on the image he was capturing, Grandma felt her heart catch in her throat. Even from the distance they were at, she could make out her boys. There could be no doubt that it was Gordon on the floor - his sash colour was clearly visible to his grandmother. How many times had she had to wash that damn thing? As she watched, whoever had dared to hurt her boys suddenly turned, and the old woman could not cover up her cry of alarm as Virgil went flying through the air, landing with a thud next to his brother. Luckily, Evelyn looked just as horrified as she did.

"Who would want to hurt those nice young men, after all the good they do? They remind me of your boys, Ruth, dear. The elder two always came to help my Kevin out on the farm in the summer... Ruth? Is everything alright, dear?"

Grandma, however, was incapable of answering. The man who had dared attack her grandsons had run for it, the emergency services in hot pursuit. The camera remained firmly on the Tracys, though. Despite being grateful that their faces weren't being broadcast everywhere, Grandma couldn't help but curse under her breath in a way she knew she had picked up from the boys as she realised she had no way of making sure the boys were okay. Virgil had sat back up, and as she watched, she caught sight of Alan throwing himself forward. To the rest of the world, Grandma knew it wouldn't be clear what was happening, but knowing those boys the way she did, she knew without a doubt that the youngest Tracy would be reassuring himself with a hug. He had always been the same, ever since he was a young child.

"Ruth?" Evelyn prompted, a frown lining her face as she took in her friend's look of horror. She knew it was horrific to think that anyone would dare hurt the members of International Rescue, but her old neighbour looked nothing short of scared. Luckily, her questioning timed exactly with Virgil helping Gordon to his feet, and as the camera turned away Grandma let out a sharp breath, facing her friend once more.

"Sorry, dear. If you'll excuse me for a moment...?" As Evelyn nodded, confusion spiralling in her eyes, Grandma made her way out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Entering the room where she was staying, she made sure to shut the door firmly behind her before turning her attention to the phone sitting by her bedside. Without hesitating, she snatched up the receiver before dialling a well-known number.

"Kyrano? Yes, it's Ruth, dear. I need you to get my son for me." Finding she was almost clucking her tongue in impatience as the loyal manservant jumped to do her bidding, Grandma glanced down at the hand resting in her lap, frowning in annoyance when she noticed that it was trembling slightly. She had seen the boys walk away, knew that they were going to be alright. But it didn't stop the anxiety from rushing through her as the image of Virgil flying through the air replayed itself over and over again in her mind's eye. Eventually though, a soft voice on the other end signalled Jeff's arrival even before he had turned his attention to the receiver.

"Jefferson? It's your mother."

Read the rest on Ao3 ->

[violetxarii]

To think this was my prediction for the full moon ep… i was so wrong.

This is a repost from my Ao3 account @ReisGay, link in my bio :)

“I Want You”

// It's the full moon and Blitz has bailed again.

Stolas knows it's time, they need to talk so he creates a portal to Blitz's apartment, something heavy weighing down in his pocket and his thoughts. //

Stolas paced, attempting to slow his breathing and smooth out his unusually wild feathers. Today is another full moon and yet again, Blitz had not shown up. Stolas has grown frustrated and restless. They just need to talk. And this is how the decision was made that he was going to conjure a portal directly into Blitz’s apartment.

He had been ignored recently, not even his daughter – Loona, was it? - Or the smaller Imps would get him in contact with Blitz. This was his last resort, as he would never invade privacy and personal space unless it was entirely necessary. They needed to talk and Stolas was tired of waiting. Now or never.

He stopped pacing, feeling around for something in his pocket before holding out his arm and conjuring up a portal, seeing a tattered couch and a few odd beer bottles strewn across the stained carpet. Stolas held his breath, is this really how Blitz was living this whole time? Slowly, he stepped forward through the portal, narrowly avoiding stepping on one of Blitz’s horse figurines.

The walls were littered with photographs of his Daughter, his smaller Imp friends (he called them M&M, didn’t he?) and of Blitz himself. There were smaller, more worn photos with captions written below. One was of young Blitz, and a slightly shorter Imp (the lack of height was made up by the size of his horns) and another of Blitz and two other women, one looking the same age as he was and the other much older, probably his mother.

Stolas moved his gaze toward a slightly battered up door covered in notes and posters, judging by what was on it, that didn’t belong to Blitz… so what did? That was the only bedroom in that apartment. He took a few steps around the apartment making sure to duck his head, walking to the couch and seeing Blitz fast asleep. Oh. So that’s where he sleeps. Stolas stood there for a second, thinking about turning away because although this was important, so was Blitz’s sleep, he knew it doesn’t come easy to him. Before he could turn away, Blitz began to stir, and gradually woke up, blinking groggily at Stolas, the realisation setting in and his eyes widening.

“Stolas? What are you… huh?” He mumbled, rubbing at his eyes aggressively, as if he couldn’t believe he was actually there.

“Ah… Blitz. I am sorry; it seems this is the wrong time. I had come here because it seems that you have been ignoring me – not that I’m mad about it… I’m just confused and I want to have a chat.” Stolas frowned, trying to look Blitz in the eyes, with no luck.

“I… What is there to say? I’m nothing more than an easy lay to you, just something to get you off every now and then. Is that why you’re here? To talk me into fucking you?”

“No! That’s not why I’m here, quite the opposite actually. I want to end our agreement. I feel that-“

“Nononono… Why now? Shit! You- you can’t do this Stolas, you can’t leave me! This means I’ve fucked up again. I fuck everything up! What d’ya want me to do? I’ll do it! No complaints, ill shut my big mouth, just please…”

Stolas shook his head.

“I don’t want anything Blitz, that’s what I’m trying to say, our agreement is over because it is not fair me trapping you like this. It was selfish of me to even suggest the agreement to start with. I want you to have something in return for my grimoire, so we will both have the things we need without owing each other anything.”

Blitz shook, fear and anger dripping from his eyes in the form of frustrated tears.

“No- you don’t just get to waltz in and decide that you have had enough of me! That’s not fair.”

Stolas sighed, pulling out a box, flipping it open to reveal an Asmodeus Crystal, holding it out to the Imp. Blitz laughed bitterly.

“So this is you finally getting rid of me? Announcing that you want your family back, that you were using me to experiment? Is that what is going on? No offence Stolas, but after this, I don’t think they’d want you back… You know, after sleeping with someone from the lowest class in hell.”

“Talk about Stella all you want, but Octavia? Don’t ever bring her into this. I am going out of my way to get us something that we both need to move on, don’t you understand?! We need to move past this to get to better things.”

“Hit a nerve bird brain? Am I in trouble for speaking the truth your highness? That your daughter admitted that you fucked everything up? You can try to move on all you want but what you did still happened.”

Stolas groaned in frustration.

“Oh my word! You really aren’t seeing what I’m saying, are you?! But here you are, jumping to conclusions and insulting everything you can because you want to be the first to bite! Why are you so afraid of confrontation? You put up so many walls and I’m getting so frustrated with playing hurdles! I’m trying to speak with you, this is an opportunity to open up and talk about feelings, but you just can’t see the obvious! You didn’t even give me chance to explain. Everything is a threat to you. Not everyone is out to get you Blitzo.”

Blitz stared at Stolas, wide eyed.

“Blitzo. You called me fucking Blitzo! Wow, just fucking wow.” He ranted, chuckling to himself, pacing and blinking back tears.

“No… I’m sorry! I didn’t mean… fuck. That was so out of line- I was just so angry for a second, and hurt, you mentioning my daughter, you know how I get and I guess I wanted to do the same. That was immature, I apologise.”

Blitz groaned.

“I… I am sorry too, now 5 minutes to fully fucking explain and if it’s bullshit you are leaving and not coming back, understood?”

“Yes Blitz. I saw how selfish my request was, and that you weren’t truly happy. Seeing that made me think and I’ve decided to stop the deal not only to save you from feeling forced into anything but also because over this year, it seems that I’ve caught feelings for you, and not just the type that you can wish away. You are on my mind every day all day and I’ve come to realise that… I am in love with you Blitz and I need you to know it, because if you somehow feel the same, I don’t want it to just be about sex. We need a fresh start, get to know each other properly and talk about our feelings, and our first step to that is not have any transactional favours. We don’t owe each other anything, just please, whether you feel the same or not, don’t shut me out. After it all, I’m still your friend Blitz.”

Blitz blinked.

“You…Love me?”

“Truly.”

“Shit, Stols… I’m so fucking sorry. I get defensive when I’m mad and I just attack without thinking and… what I’m trying to say is… I love you too. I got so upset earlier because I thought I drove another person away. You are so important to me and-“

Tears started to stream down Blitz’s face as violent sobs shook through his whole body.

“I thought I lost you. You’re a blue blood prince and I’m an Imp, I don’t know what you see in me. I’m a train wreck that can’t even keep himself together.”

Stolas sat down on the couch, pulling Blitz down onto his lap and wrapping his arms protectively around him.

“I see the first and only man I’ll ever love. You are so much more than what you give yourself credit for. The day that I first saw you in that circus tent was the day that I realised I found the one person that could make me laugh – a real laugh, no one of those polite forced ones. Train wreck or no, you are still everything to me, and we can work through your troubles together. I won’t leave you behind, Blitz. Not now, not ever.”

Blitz looked up from Stolas’s feathered chest where he had buried his face, eyes now dry but still a bit puffy.

“I… I fucking love you so much.” He whispered, leaning in and kissing Stolas, softly yet so full of raw emotion and word that he hadn’t yet got the courage to say, but Stolas knew. He stroked Blitz’s arm lovingly, reading him like a book, every touch unlocking all the words that Blitz wanted to say, but was unable to. He didn’t say anything, but he understood, breaking the kiss and cupping his cheek in his hand, giving him a look that said ‘I know, and I understand you’

And Blitz was so fucking grateful.

[halla-hunts-the-wolf]

Last night I found a fic I wrote years ago, posted, and forgot about. While it wasn't very good it did feel like I was reading it for the first time. Here are some lines that made adult me cheer on teenage me:

Classic Pavellan banter. 10/10 giggling and kicking my feet.

A former keeper had lost her clan, and this dialogue had me on my knees at 2 am.

IS THIS NOT PEAK ROMANCE?

[greekgeek24]

After almost two years, I’ve finally made a breakthrough with Exile’s next chapter!!!!

[raffinit]

hi- you probably get messages about this all the time which I get might irritate you. sorry in advance, but I wanted to at least ask on the off chance you say yes. would you be willing to share a pdf of your sylvaina fic entanglements? I'm not exaggerating when I say that your fic helped keep me sane during my hospital shifts during the pandemic and I still re-read it every couple of months when I need a pick-me-up. I went back for a re-read yesterday and saw you deleted it due to personal attacks in your comment section. I'm sorry that happened to you and completely understand the scorched earth policy in regards to dealing with people being awful. Please don't take my request as critical of that- I just enjoyed your fic enough that it seemed at least worth it to ask you about it. I don't mind contributing to a paypal/patreon/kofi if you're keeping your deleted sylvaina fics as tiered content or even just as compensation for the inconvenience of my request. I've rewritten this ask so many times that it probably sounds stilted and awkward, but I just wanted to try to convey my sincere enjoyment of your work as the main reason for why I'm reaching out to you. thank you for your time!

Thank you for your very kind words. It’s always nice to hear that people did/do enjoy the fics without the mess of fandom politics and what-have-yous.

I do have the files to share, and I did plan on sharing them if the need ever arose, and you can have them here!

…as soon as I figure out how to do that

[backpackingspace]

Mmm on one hand. I saw want to work on my old fics now that my writings improved so much. It could be a fun experiment to compare my writing. On the other. I wrote this fics during my no good very bad torture time soooo

[asarajaa]

Til this day I mourn the stop of this fanfic. Does someone know a ffc like this or what happened to the author? Hopefully, the author lost the account instead of disappearing

[kuromori4]

For the sake of my mental health, I needed a win, so I decided that I will respond to as many comments on my fics as I can, since I never seem to get around to it. Really, I'm terrible. I haven't been able to decide for so long if fic comments are something I should be responding to. (I've seen controversy over replying and inflating your comments count) I decided to go for it, I want to engage with my readers! So if you see responses to comments you made on my fics ages ago, this is why. And when I get thru it all (it will take some time) I will try to be better at keeping on top of my comments going forward!

[baronaliswritingcorner]

Felannie Week 2024 (Day 3: Something Old)

For Day 3 of Felannie Week 2024, here's an old fic in Cuddelbug, wherein Lord Fraldarius will stop at nothing to keep his wife in bed. Will he succeed? Find out in what's probably still the cutest fic I've ever written.

I'm trying to crank out a fic for this Friday's "New Adventure" prompt, but it's not coming together well -- much of the same problems plaguing my writing process are rearing their ugly heads -- so I can't make any promises. Regardless, you can look forward to seeing some old works of mine.

[mischievouslittlecreature]

Regarding my Older, Non-Peaky Blinders Fics

I've decided to take some of my older fics that I'm honestly not as proud of anymore off of my masterlist and AO3. HOWEVER. I am not deleting them. You can still find them, either by searching my blog or through the links I'll leave down below. I feel bad deleting them entirely, but I'm just not as proud of them anymore. So this seemed like a good middle ground.

Cold Waters & Sunlit Gardens

Hiding Here Inside a Dream

Sea Salt Kisses

The Shadow Game

[ao3feed-vaderluke]

Surrender Your Soul

read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/4671155 by Bacco

On a mission of sabotage against the Empire, Luke gets hurt and trapped in a dwarf planet amidst an asteroid field and his life is completely in the Darth Vader’s hands.

published: 2015-08-28 Words: 7680, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Rating: Explicit Warnings: Incest Categories: M/M Relationships: Luke Skywalker/Darth Vader Additional Tags: Incest, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Sexual Content, Luke and Vader yaoi, Male Homosexuality, Father/Son Incest,Temporary Amnesia, Luke and Vader incest Full AO3 Fic:

[loopstagirl]

Shot in the Dark, Ch 14

Keeping a closer eye on his brother than he would ever admit to, Virgil led the way out of the silos, judging by the distant sound of voices that the rest of the family had managed to get Gordon as far as the elevators. Even as the voices faded away upstairs, Virgil spared Scott another glance.

"What are you going to do?"

"About Dad?"

"No, about the midgets that are taking over your room. Of course about Dad."

Rolling his eyes, Scott gave his brother a slight shove. He could tell just how stressed-out his younger sibling was, for sarcasm wasn't normally Virgil's strong point.

"I don't know, Virg. He stopped me from going after you and look what happened."

Knowing that his brother wasn't referring to the fact that there wasn't anything he could have actually done, but that it was the principal of the matter, Virgil frowned.

"Scott, he's our father."

"He's also our commander. But I'm not sure what role he was in when he reacted. We've always tried to keep a line between the family and International Rescue, but when something like this happens... Well, you know as well as I do that it can be hard to stay objective."

"Wait a minute." Coming to a stop, Virgil stuck out his arm, bringing his big brother to a halt as well. There was something about the way the older man had worded that last statement which, Virgil had to admit, worried him. "You're not thinking about stopping rescues, are you?"

"I honestly don't know, Virg. Maybe it is safer until we at least know who this creep was? You were on the other side of the world this time. How the hell has he caused the accidents - or attacks in today's case - in both places?"

"Oi, slow coaches, are you coming?"

Hearing Alan's yell, Virgil gave Scott a deep, searching look, worry coursing through him. He couldn't help but think that he'd preferred it when his brother had been angry; at least he knew how to react to that side of the Field Commander.

"Promise you won't say anything until we know how Gordon is?"

The anxiety must have been written all over Virgil's face, for Scott sighed, but nodded. Once more leading the way, Virgil couldn't quite believe he had even had that conversation with Scott. He had a strong feeling it was the fact that the Field Commander hadn't been out there on the rescue that was making him talk like this, but the younger brother had certainly never heard the older man sound so concerned about the future of International Rescue. He was normally the one reassuring the rest of the family that what they were doing was the right thing. This was certainly something new.

Carry on ->

[japrilmusings]

Random..

I was really cooking with 'Say you'll love me again". If only greys hadn't fabulously pissed me off starting with the Minnick SL, I might have finished. Ah well.