#quinnby

[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

Hey I wrote like three things for a red string soulmate au with Chris and Trilby

Would anyone be mayhaps interested in me posting it here instead of just in discord

[angelic-writer]

Modern AU for the 5 headcanons thing?

*looks at Actors AU that has been collecting dust for years* Welp, time to bring it back!

Despite Chris and Trilby bickering about a lot of things, deep down, they really care about each other. Chris is the kind of person who would put others' well-being first before himself. Like, when Trilby is sick from working himself too much, Chris would drop everything and just help him get better.

Victor may be struggling with conflicting feelings about Adam. He tells himself that he is just his friend, his feelings for him are strictly platonic, but his actions say otherwise.

Alison, like in the original DEDA Files book, is dealing with some self esteem issues due to her being the lead role. Luckily, her co-workers help her through her issues.

Whenever things get tough, they would hang out at a pub in town. It was the place where they would commonly hash things out between the actors.

It took a long time for Trilby to finally pop the question to Chris, but when he did, everyone was like "Finally!!"

[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

Weee something for the quinnby super powered au I have

“Do you ever just assume I’m already here and start monologuing to an empty room?”

Trilby’s voice was entirely too close for comfort, out of nowhere. And of course he was digging through Chris’ shit again, at this point the supervillain was wondering if it was even the Ministry of Heroism sending him or if he was just dedicated to being a nuisance.

It’d likely be far easier to tell if there were literally any leads on who was behind that mask. While Chris had tossed the ‘Demonslayer’ moniker when he’d left the ministry, and denounced secret identities as a whole, Trilby seemed to live as his according to everything he could find.

“No.” He lied in response to that meddlesome asshole’s question. What a smug bastard. “Of course not. An orator always knows when his audience is present.”

“I thought you were a writer? Bestseller or something.” The voice was a few feet away now, in another area of the room.

“I thought that you were a thief.”

“… touché. I suppose we’ve both seen a lot of change.” Did he ever stop moving? Chris figured invisibility would only be so useful if he did… “You could see a lot more.”

“You might, little mouse, if you don’t stop messing with things that don’t concern you.” Chris calmly walked towards the part of the room he’d last heard Trilby in. He found nobody there, and scowled. Where was he now?

“Entire wrong side of the room, Quinn. Come on now, I thought you were a skilled villain.” He could hear the grin. Cocky little shit.

“Well usually I can see the jackass bothering me. Rest assured mouse, if it weren’t for your elusiveness I’d have solved my pest problem long ago now.”

“I didn’t come to cause problems. I came to talk.” Was he. Sitting on the bookshelf in Chris’ office? That took a lot of gall. How rude.

“About what?” Chris eyed the bookshelf, as if he’d be able to see if Trilby hopped down. He’d prefer not to do anything that risked damaging it, some of his mother’s books were on there. But this was… such a good chance to actually land a hit on that slimy excuse for a hero.

“… Why’d you choose to be a villain?” Still on the bookshelf, still within reach… and asking such obnoxious questions too, “I understand why you’d want to leave the ministry.” What? Chris wondered if that was just fake sympathy, get Chris to trust him so he’d reveal something Trilby could parrot back to his superiors… “They’re restrictive and clearly don’t actually care for their workers. But-you used to save so many people. You were good at being Demonslayer. I don’t understand the 180-sure you want to bring down the ministry, I understand that as much as I have to oppose it, but you could still do good at the same time.” By this point Trilby had dropped from the bookshelf, it sounded like he was right in front of Chris.

“… That’s none of your business.” He replied, “You’re awfully nosy, you know.”

“And I don’t believe you’re as bad of a person as you think you are.” He felt a hand reach out to his and swatted it away, grinning at the curse it earned from the hero.

“Then you’re not as smart as I thought you were. You’ve also shown me exactly where you are right now, little mouse.” At those words Trilby took off, quick enough that his steps made noise for once, and Chris took off after.

Time to catch a mouse.

Prompt #3467

"Do you ever just assume I'm already here and start monologuing to an empty room?"

The villain flinched at the hero's voice, far far too close to their ear. "No," they lied, "of course not. An orator always recognises the presence of their audience."

[peppermintbuttlemon]

Do you think Jomona Quinnby is a home wrecker and had something to do with Lupita and Josh Jackson’s breakup? There were lots of blinds that Josep and Lupiters were hooking up all through filming and again during the press tour. I just assumed it was lies, but now I’m wondering. Did Lupita originally go back to Joshua after press for a bit and Dojar is/was just Joe’s Wish/Temu version of Lupiter?? Because that is quite the downgrade. Whatever happened, Lupita fumbled the bag because Joshua Jackson is SO hot.Have you guys seen him lately?🥵 So if Lupita had Pacey from Dawson’s Creek but was fooling around with JQ, both Lupiter and Hoe “2nd place” Quinn both ~majorly~ downgraded. I’ll admit there were times during that AQP press tour where I caught myself slipping so I get it if she thought about it, but Joshua Jackson is a MAN🔥 I think I need to have a lie down but I had to take a hardcore pain pill tonight and I can’t stop cackling thinking how JQ went from Alanar to Alisher to Lupiter to Dojar because that’s how he probably pronounces it.

Yes. I think he did have something to do with the breakup 😌

[star-crossed-friends]

I have awakened like an ancient evil. It's so good to be back in the fandom after all this time! And I'd like to warm up a bit.

I'd love to try to write something! Prefer trilby x siobhan or quinnby

Gen is fine 2

Be free to offer prompts.

[rational-mastermind]

"your hands are warm..."

Thanks for the requests dude. ^^

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...he knew the name of the king...

...and he knew the name of the king...

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Ṫ̶̮H̸̹̎E̴͚͝ ̸̥͐N̴̳̚A̶̡̍M̸̹̏Ẽ̸̥ ̴̫̒O̷͉̎F̶͕̎ ̷̩̿T̸̯̃H̶̲̅E̷͓̓ ̸͇͛K̷̮̓I̴̡̅N̵̢͂G̵̠̋ ̷̱͒Ṯ̴͂H̴̨̍Ë̴̦́ ̴̎͜Ṋ̷͗A̶̮͌Ṃ̵̊E̴̪͒ ̷̖͝Ŏ̴͙F̷͇̂ ̴͓̉T̷̩̏H̷͉̄E̴̙̒ ̴͓̽Ḱ̴̟Ĭ̸͇N̸͔̾G̷͓͝ ̵̠̃T̸͉̀H̷̼̀E̵͍̕ ̶̛͖Ń̸̲A̴̗͝M̵̦͝E̵̯͠ ̸̻̑Ơ̶̻F̴͙̕ ̸̼̀T̴̬̈Ȟ̷̭E̷̮̋ ̴̟͗K̶̇ͅI̶̟̓N̸͙̄Ǵ̸̳

"TRILBY!"

Trilby felt his whole body jump as reality crashed around him. He panted, looking around in a fresh panic, desperately taking everything in.

"Trilby! Trilby, it's okay." said a familiar voice beside him.

Trilby looked down and saw Chris looking back, sitting up with him. In bed. In a motel somewhere west of Kingston. Slowly...reality settled in. His nightmare disappearing like ash on the breeze. He began to relax, his breathing returning to normal.

"It's okay.. It's not real." Chris reassured him.

Trilby tried to believe him. He really did. But it felt all too real...

Chris carefully placed a hand on his back. Trilby flinched and he pulled away a moment.

"..May I?"

"..Sorry.. Yeah.." Trilby nodded.

Chris placed his hand on his back, making sure Trilby felt him as he carefully moved along until he had an arm wrapped around him for comfort.

"It's just a dream.."

"Right..."

Chris held him for a bit until Trilby had fully calmed down. Once in a rare while, Chris was actually quite capable. It touched Trilby to know he had a partner he could rely on.

For years, Trilby had to learn how to make due on his own. Having a partner was only bound to lead to trouble and heartache. Unnecessary drama. And besides, it was hard to find someone who truly understood him. He was lucky now to have someone who did... Someone who was aware of the horrors of this world. Someone who knew how to face each day, despite them.

“Hey...” A thumb wiped away a tear he hadn’t realized had slipped. Chris cupped Trilby’s face in his hands, giving him a reassuring smile. “It’s okay...”

“I know... Thank you.” Trilby leaned into his touch. “..your hands are...warm.”

“Heh. Yeah? Feels nice?” Chris leaned in to kiss but Trilby pulled back, frowning.

“No, your hands are really, really warm...” he took Chris’ hands in his and checked his forehead. “Chris you’re burning up!”

“Am I? Thought it was just how cute you were when you’re all scared~” Chris grinned stupidly and leaned into kiss him again. Trilby kept him at arm’s length though.

“Leave it to you to get sick on the job!” he grumbled and got up from the bed to get dressed.

Chris whined and flopped on the bed watching him.

“Nooooo come baaack...!” he pouted, weakly reaching out for his boyfriend.

“No! The last thing I need is to get sick too! Try not to set the place on fire while I find some dayquil.” Trilby huffed, sliding his blazer on and stepping out.

[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

“Don’t you ever do that again!” Trilby couldn’t help but sound pissed as he walked into the hospital room. Chris looked like he’d just recently woken up. He’d have to thank Walker for convincing Chris to let him go with instead of going by himself. Lord knows what would’ve happened if nobody were there to drag the dumbass out… He hated seeing this, seeing Chris beat to shit all the time, all bandaged up and in pain, pretending he didn’t care. Or maybe he actually didn’t. That possibility was a trillion times worse. The idea that this was… was so normal to the demonslayer that he was no longer bothered.

“Aw come on Trilbs, I’m alive aren’t I?” Chris grinned, how was he grinning at this?! “Besides, we got the information we came for. So what if I got a bit roughed up, it’s no big deal.”

“Results don’t matter if they come at the cost of your well-being, Quinn!”

“I can take a hit-“

“What do I have to do to get it through your thick fucking skull that your life is precious?! That you are precious, Christopher!” He was barely thinking about what he was saying, crossing the room to be next to his coworker, he was just so tired of this, and so tired of Chris never acting like it mattered, “What am I supposed to do without you, dammit?! If you die I can’t-What am I supposed to do? Just-just have the ministry find me and new partner and pretend like it never mattered?! Like you do?! What if I’d been the one risking my ass, letting myself get fucking held captive by cultists?! Would you just be okay with it?! Would that be not a big deal?!”

Chris just stared at him, mouth slightly open.

“Say something!” Trilby wasn’t sure when he started crying, “Don’t just sit there!”

“… you’re right.” Was the first thing Chris admitted when he found his words, handing Trilby a tissue, “I’m sorry Trilbs I-you’re right. I shouldn’t have put myself at risk at there.” He paused, “You’d care if I died?”

“Of course, you bloody moron! I know I put up a front but-dammit Chris you’re not just my coworker you’re my friend, one of my closest friends. I don’t…” Trilby finally sat in the chair by Chris’ bed, “… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“… I’m sorry I worry you so much.” Chris’ response was soft, “I’ll be more careful, promise.” There was a short pause, “… I dunno what I’d do without you either, honestly.”

“Then stop trying to get yourself bloody killed.”

“I said I’d be careful. You can hold me to it, from this moment forward I am the very soul of caution.”

Trilby couldn’t help a small laugh, “I’ll believe that when I see it… thank you.”

Person A: “Don’t you ever do that again!”

Person B: “Oh come on, what’s the big deal? We got the results we were looking for didn’t we?”

Person A: “Results don’t matter if they come at the cost of your wellbeing! What more do I have to do to make you understand that your life is precious?! That you are precious?!”

[p0kern1ght]

happy late valentines day from the ministry of occultism!

[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

Part three!

Since that exchange in the hospital, Trilby and Chris’ dynamic had become much more… agreeable. It still wasn’t exactly what would be expected from soulmates, but Chris tried not to be so bitter, and Trilby tried not to let his mind be made up ahead of time when it came to the demon slayer.

And while, with or without previous bias, Chris was still loud, brash, and impulsive, Trilby had also found him to be capable, sweet, and funnier than he’d openly admit.

And when they weren’t at each other’s throats, their missions together just worked. Chris was an expert at his job, and fearless in the field to boot. And Trilby was levelheaded and knew when to be cautious. They were almost unstoppable.

Of course this wasn’t always the case. You take two deeply flawed men, and put them on the same team, and sometimes things go wrong.

This was the second time Trilby had ended up in some sort of panic while on the job. The first time he’d managed to choke down some tranquilizers and keep going, even if Chris had been suspicious of how quickly he’d fallen asleep on the ride back.

This time he’d forgotten the bloody pills at home, and all he could think of was how he was positive he’d seen someone who had to be with the order. They weren’t even at the place they were meant to investigate yet. It wasn’t far from the motel so Chris had suggested walking.

And Trilby had locked eyes with someone in all red, staring directly at him. He swore him and Chris turned a corner right as the person started to cross the street, to the side where he was.

He was trying not to let his fear show, after all it could be paranoia, he’d seemingly gained a fair bit of it after the events of the hotel.

Then he glanced behind him and saw the guy heading straight towards them.

Chris seemingly noticed Trilby’s discomfort because he moved closer to him, whispering, “What’s wrong?”

“… we’re being followed. Guy in red.”

“Right.” Suddenly Trilby’s hand was in his work partner’s, and he was being lead through streets and alleys, that guy never far behind them, and Trilby’s panic continuing to grow until he was almost being dragged along more than consciously moving his feet.

Once they were a good ways away from where anyone else was, in some back alley, Chris suddenly stopped. Trilby turned around just in time to see the red clad weirdo pull a knife and run at him and-

He stepped back, stumbling and falling in an attempt to avoid an attack that didn’t come. In a series of swift motions Chris whacked the attacker in the head with a gun, and shot him.

For a moment there was silence, Chris watched the corpse, waiting for something to happen. Trilby wasn’t the type of person to be spooked by a random guy, maybe he’d been a monster or… possessed or… but nothing happened. Except Chris hearing mumbling behind him.

“Fuck no-no no no they’ve found me-fucking hell I thought it was over I-“ Trilby was breathing fast, wide eyed and staring at the body. Chris barely thought about it before he was at his side, holding out his hands but not grabbing Trilby’s in case he made things worse.

“Hey hey hey, look, guy’s dead. He’s not getting up from that trust me, you need your brain to be alive. Breathe for me, okay Trilbs? He was just some wanker, you’re fine.”

“No no no-Chris he’s with the- he’s with the order! He knew who I was I could tell I-“

“The order of blessed agonies?”

“Yes!” Trilby got up, “Chris we have to leave we’re not safe.” Chris had heard about the pain cult plenty of times. He’d had his own experiences with them too, nothing to leave the type of impression they’d clearly had on poor Trilbs though.

“Okay, okay, we’ll leave. How about this, we go back to the motel-“

“We won’t know if it’s safe.”

“Okay, we go back to grab our stuff and bring it to my truck then.” Chris assured, rising with Trilby, “Trust me nobody’s getting to us in ole Susan, she’s a good girl. Saved my ass from a lot of weirdos. We can drive somewhere out of town and come up with a game plan okay?” Trilby stared at him, still breathing heavily, tears starting to well.

“How’s a truck supposed to stop them??” Chris hated seeing him all freaked out like this, he wished he could meet the assholes who did this and give them a piece of his mind. Those pretty eyes were meant to be looking over an area for the stealthiest route through, or rolling at one of Chris’ jokes. Not darting around in fear.

“Trilbs.” Chris finally just grabbed the other’s hands, “Do you trust me? Actually don’t answer that-do you trust that I know how to do my job?”

“… yes.” Chris moved one hand to wipe tears off that gorgeous face.

“Then trust me to get us out of this safe.”

Trilby had been having these episodes since Dafoe Manor, something looked or smelled or felt a certain way and suddenly all he could think about was how he was doomed, how surely those horrible situations would play themselves back out, and he’d end up frozen with fear. A particularly nasty flashback-should he call them flashbacks? That one was one at least.- had landed him in the situation that lead to him dealing with the ministry.

He’d almost had a handle on it before the hotel.

Everything was worse now.

And the triggers for it were always so… mundane. Mannequins, too much red, large houses, welding masks, the smell of an old building, just to name a few.

So he was glad Chris’ usual quips were absent as he let himself basically be lead to the motel. He still wasn’t too sure of his own feet, but Chris had wrapped an arm around him, pulling Trilby as close as possible without looking strange, and Trilby’s hand had almost absentmindedly found itself gripping tightly onto the fabric of his trenchcoat.

Once they were in the vehicle and out of town, the panic started to dissipate, and Trilby was left feeling rather silly at his earlier reaction. Finally Chris found a spot to park and turned to him. “Trilbs are you-“

“I’m fine. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Chris paused before reaching for his hand, “Are you sure-“

“Yes.” Trilby snapped, yanking his hand back, immediately feeling a bit guilty for the reaction, “… sorry.”

Chris paused, before reaching for the radio, and Trilby had to keep from covering his ears at the idea of that rock and roll channel he insisted on listening to. But surprisingly enough he quickly turned it down, then changed it to a classical station before turning it up slightly. The thank you that was muttered out didn’t do much to express how much that actually meant to him in that moment.

He closed his eyes, trying to focus on the music and not what had happened earlier, or the order, or anything else.

He heard quiet humming and felt a comforting warmth radiate throughout his chest, spreading and encompassing his entire body in a warm safe feeling. When he opened his eyes again Chris was calmly running his hand over the string, holding it to his chest as he did so.

They stayed like that for a while before the silence was broken.

“… I’m sorry-I’m not normally like that. I shouldn’t have let that get to me so quickly…”

“Hey. We’ve all got our broken pieces, Trilbs. And we all need to be pieced back together sometimes. It sucks less when you don’t have to do it alone.”

[angelic-writer]

“And then-hey! Are you listening?!”

"Huh? Wha-?" Chris looked up at Trilby who was staring at him not amused.

"Have you seriously been spacing out the whole time?"

"Uh, sorry. I was just um... admiring your new hat!" Chris said, totally telling the truth.

Trilby blushed. "Um, thanks. I got it last week."

[pk-sonica-omega]

this is old but huHGFkjdg I’ve been thinkin ab Miitopia again

here’s boys, also

[rational-mastermind]

@angelic-writer, Happy Birthday! Thought I’d surprise you with a Quinnby ficlet for your special day. nwn Hope you have a good one! tw for sensitive readers: it gets kinda suicidal and depressing. 0x0;;

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  When you begin a line of work, you begin to understand very quickly what it is you have willingly signed on for. When you work retail, you understand there’s going to be one customer who demands to see the manager. When you work as a manager you know there’s always one customer who demands to see you.

   When you work as an STP field operative you know there’s likely going to be something supernatural in the works and you’ll likely be scarred for life if you’re not emotionally stable nor compromised enough to just simply accept that yes, that is a cultist hanging from the ceiling and yes, we’re likely dealing with another pagan god of old, if not the common house demon.

   I, Trilby, am of the former. The kind of agent who is emotionally stable enough to simply accept what I am given if there is no other logical explanation. My partner, Chris Quinn, is more of the latter, mentally compromised enough to where he does not look for logical explanations, but simply takes it at face value and deals with such, usually in an appropriate manner, that meaning appropriate for him. Not entirely appropriate for the supernatural, nor myself.

   This is all to say, Chris and I were currently investigating another cult’s attempt at creating a bridge, however flimsy, between our World of Technology and the World of Magic. They managed one entity to escape into our world, before being swiftly shut down by us and the exact nature of said entity is unknown. Hence, our current circumstance as we continue to travel through the ramshackle hideout of an abandoned warehouse, hoping to at least gain some insight on what we’re up against.

   “Hey Trilbs?” Chris broke the deafening silence with a whisper as we tread carefully through the warehouse.

   “Yes?” I replied, sparing him a glance, careful to keep my voice as low as his.

   “Can you possibly chill out?”

   “What do you mean?”

   “You’ve been tense all night and frankly it’s starting to kinda get to me too. Loosen up. It’s just another demon.”

   Chris is, of course, blind to the situation. While I would admit to my more cautious nature, the reasoning for such was complicated and I would say, well justified. The simple answer would be to say I was tense because the exact timing of this ritual and the similar nature of it all was too eerily familiar to previous experiences.

   The more complicated answer would be to say it was currently a warm night in mid July and it reminded me too much of my personal dealings with an insane cultist attempting to please his self-proclaimed god. The encounter left me scarred in both a physical and mental way and the last thing I would wish for was a repeat of that.

   Normally I would try to avoid working too many cases this time of year, but alas, we were unfortunately, yet again, short-staffed and turning away a job offer by the government wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do. So here we were, wandering through a warehouse with a supposedly malicious entity on the loose. It didn’t help that this abandoned warehouse just so happened to work with mannequins in particular and the faceless dolls and disassembled limbs only added to my ever-growing anxiety.

   A part of me knew that it would only be a matter of time before I rounded the corner and would once again gaze upon the clean-slated pale white face of the horrendously stretched out monster that was The Pri-

   “HAH!”

   “AAAHH!”

   -

   To explain, after I told Trilby to loosen up, he had rolled his eyes and lapsed into another internal monologue. It’s a narcissistic thing I think. So I did the natural thing, started poking around, finding a prop to help lighten up the mood around here. If things were to remain as uptight as Trilby’s ass, it’d be hard to fight whatever hell-spawn escaped the ritual. And wouldn’t you know it? There were just so many expressionless styrofoam heads in these crates! It’s like they were just WAITING for a punchline!

   Emphasis on punch as Trilby literally punched the head off my shoulders, after giving a terrified shriek in response to my surprise.

   I thought it was funny, but I was actually surprised when Trilby went on to scream at me.

   “THAT’S NOT FUNNY CHRIS! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!”

   “What? They look just like that Prince you told me about from last year! I thought it’d be hilarious!”

   Trilby only scowled for a moment before I felt a sharp and jolting pain searing through my body and everything went black. Only previous experience would tell me when I woke up that he obviously tased me with his grolly.

   When I did wake up, he was dragging my body back to the car. He was roughed up. Must’ve fought the demon. As soon as I was able to register that much he dropped the rest of me back on the ground.

   “Good. You’re awake. You can get to the car yourself.”

    I groaned and rubbed the back of my head.

   “Did you use your taser on me?”

   “Yes.”

   “Why?”

   “Because you’re an asshole.”

   I pulled myself up and Trilby was already at the door to the warehouse. I sighed and followed after him.

   “Did you defeat the-?”

   “Yes. It was just an elemental.”

   “Oh… Should I write the uh..?”

   “No. Best you leave it in more capable hands. I’ll write it when we get back.”

   “..Okay.”

   We headed out to the car and while I moved to get to the driver’s side, Trilby cut in front of me and got in. I sighed, confused, and climbed into the passenger’s side instead.

   “I wouldn’t have minded driving.”

   “I merely assumed someone more sensible should be behind the wheel.” Trilby replied coldly.

   I continued to puzzle over his behavior as we pulled away and got back on the main road. As far as I understood it, I played a prank, he got mad. But.. I didn’t understand why. It was innocent enough. Just a harmless jump-scare, isn’t it?

   The mood was dower and I was stewing over things for too long. Fortunately I remembered the radio was left on a great channel when last we were in the car. I turned it on.

   “Here we are now, entertain us! I feel stupid and contagious!”

    I started to lighten up almost immediately but just as soon as the music started, Trilby turned it off. I frowned and started to turn it on again but he swiftly smacked my hand away.

   “Don’t.” was the only warning he gave, through gritted teeth. “I’m not in the mood.”

   I sighed and simply shrugged. I guess he really was just in a bad mood. I hoped it would clear up by tomorrow.

   Obviously it didn’t.

   I came into the STP, same as normal. When I got to Trilby’s office I found Claire, talking with him. Trilby was smiling well enough but as soon as our eyes locked, he scowled.

  Claire glanced back and her grin also disappeared. A worried frown instead.

  “Oh.. Um.. Anyway I should get going.” Claire quickly grabbed a few papers off his desk and headed out the door. “Morning Chris.”

  “Morning. See ya later, Claire.”

  “See ya.” she rounded the doorway and hurried back into her own office, across from his.

  I looked back at Trilby who was busying himself with the computer.

  “Hey. So uh.. How’s it-”

  “Chris I’m horribly busy. If you’re not here to discuss work then get out.”

  “I just wanted to ask how you’re do-”

  “Get. Out.” He bit out, scowling up at me. “I’m still upset about yesterday. I’ll come fetch you when we have a new assignment.”

  “So what, Claire gets to talk to you but I-?”

  Trilby smacked his desk as he stood up and rounded its corner.

  “Don’t you have your own work to do? Or anyone else to bother?” Without wasting any time he shoved me out into the hallway.

  And just like that, I was standing out, staring at Claire’s office. She peeked around the doorway back at me, worried.

  “...What got into him?” I asked her.

  She sighed and came fully into view. She leaned on the doorway and gave me a skeptical look.

  “Well, from what I gathered, you played a pretty harsh prank on Trilby the other day.”

  “I wouldn’t say it was harsh.”

  “No? What happened?”

  “I grabbed a fake head and held it over mine to give him a scare. You know, to lighten the mood.”

  “Chris..” Claire sighed and pushed her glasses up. “Nevermind. Maybe it’d be better if I just let you and Trilby settle it.”

  “No, what?”

  “Chris, I don’t wanna play translator for you two. You guys figure it out. I’ve…” she paused long enough to glance back at Trilby behind me. She sighed and shook her head. “I’ve got my own work to do.”

  Claire went back into her office. For the rest of the day, Trilby avoided me. When we did have to go on a mission, a ghost-hunting one, he made an obvious effort to work separately from me. And I wished it was only for the day, but he continued to act like this the next day. And the next day.

   And then one day I bumped into Jim from the morgue division in the elevator.

  “Oh! Hey Chris! I didn’t expect to see you still hanging around.” Jim smiled back at me.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I thought you already left. With Mr. Trilby.” he shrugged.

  I frowned.

  “What?”

  Jim’s smile faltered.

  “Didn’t he…? He.. Got a mission just earlier. I thought for sure he’d take you.”

  “The fuck? No. He didn’t get me. What mission?”

  “Oh. Uh…” Jim quickly became uneasy. He fidgeted with his clipboard. “Umm.. Nothing! Nothing too bad! Just a small mission!”

  I normally try to get along with most anyone here in the STP, save for David Smith, and I know it’s not easy to pull off, being over 6 feet tall and usually smeared in someone’s blood with heavy bags under my eyes. People say I look deranged and unstable and while normally that’s a compliment in my eyes, I try not to let it be the only thing I’m known for among my co-workers.

  But in this case I wasn’t above stepping a little too close for Jim’s comfort and drawing myself up to my full height. My hand slipped onto the hilt of my trusty machete, not that I intended to use it.

 “Jim.” he was visibly cowering underneath me. “Tell me the truth.”

 “H-He uh.. W-w-well he um.. Mr. Trilby went to track down a rift.”

 My stern expression suddenly dropped and I felt my blood drain. Rift? A RIFT?!

  “HE’S GONNA GET HIMSELF KILLED!”

  “That’s why I thought he took you along!” Jim cowered.

  “What the hell is he thinking?! Where’d he go??”

  The doors to the elevator opened up and Jim slowly inched his way to it but I was too blinded by concern to really notice.

  “I.. I would say but.. I-I..”

  “Jim…?”

  “I don’t think Mr. Trilby would want me telling you.” He finally confessed before ducking out of the elevator. “I’m sorry!”

  I normally would’ve screamed. Or chased him. Demanded an answer. But I was just stuck on the simple fact that…Trilby didn’t want me to come with him. Trilby didn’t want me with him.

  I felt a pain I couldn’t laugh at as my heart sank down low into my gut. I was worried and angry and confused but the most bizarre thing was that I was just simply hurt. I haven’t been genuinely hurt in years and I honestly didn’t understand why… Why was he doing this?

  I couldn’t stop thinking about it until Trilby finally came back into the office two days later. As soon as I heard he was back I immediately tracked him down only to find him slumped over a table in the breakroom, a cup of coffee in hand and barely awake.

  “TRILBY!” I couldn’t help but shriek, making him jump up in his seat with a yelp of his own. “HOLY CRAP where have you been?! Are you okay?! Oh crap oh fuck you’re bleeding!”

  Trilby was clutching his heart and shaking, recovering from the shock, and when I got to him he immediately shoved me away.

  “Get the fuck away from me.” he growled half-heartedly and fixed me with a scowl. “I can take care of myself.”

  I rolled my eyes. He was still going on about this.

  “Trilby, where the hell have you been??”

  “None of your concern, Chris.” Trilby sipped his coffee.

  “Well what the hell were you thinking, trying to close a rift alone!? You know how dangerous that shit is! You need a partner!”

  “No, I actually don’t.” Trilby argued. “I don’t need a partner, I never did need one. I’m not required to have one. Despite however dangerous any mission would be, we’re not required to team up unless specifically instructed because frankly with as understaffed as this infernal organization really is, they could use as many operatives on the field as they can doing separate jobs to cover more ground without any concern for their well-being seeing as it’s more than easy enough for them to drag in another convict or psychopath to replace the previous agent. To further illustrate the matter, Christopher Quinn, LOOK AT WHO WE REPLACED AND HOW EASY IT WAS TO DO SO. Bottom line is I. DO NOT. NEED. YOU.”

  With that he stood up and left with his coffee in a huff. I chased after him.

  “Trilby, look if this is about that stupid prank I pulled on you back in the factory, I’m sorry! Alright?? Is it really worth getting yourself hurt like this? Are you that fucking pissed at me? Trilby! Come on! At least let me apologize!”

  I grabbed his hand to turn him around but he snatched it back and scowled at me.

  “I don’t want your apology, Chris.” he replied. “I don’t wanna hear it. Yes I’m still angry. No, you can’t just get off the hook with an apology. I don’t want you to try to make it up to me. I don’t want you to-”

  I leaned in and kissed him but that was immediately reciprocated with a punch to the face.

  “I ESPECIALLY DON’T WANT YOU TO DO THAT.” Trilby all but shouted at me. “I HATE IT when you try to pull that shit off, thinking it’ll just magically make me forget to hate you! Especially at work! Why don’t you just take a hint and FUCK OFF?!”

  Trilby walked away again, leaving me behind. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I had never seen him get so angry. I was surprised to find tears pricking my eyes, but I guess that’s a normal response.

  Trilby kept it up for a couple of weeks after that. Avoiding me. Refusing to speak to me. Keeping his distance. Going on missions alone and coming back looking like dog shit. All I could do was stand there and keep hurting. Wishing I could make it up to him. Wishing I knew what exactly I did wrong. Wishing I could fix it, somehow.

  Then one day, while I was having lunch with Claire and Jim, Trilby came into the room, looking around. His eyes locked on our table and he came over.

  “Good, you’re here. I’ve thought about it and decided I needed another pair of hands for this mission.”

  I stood up so fast I almost lost my lunch.

  “You mean you’re not-??”

  “Mind coming along, Jim?” Trilby utterly ignored me and looked down at the kid.

  Jim was immediately put on the spot and looked up with big, confused eyes.

  “HIM?!” Claire and I both asked as Jim also responded at the same time.

  “ME?!”

  “Yes, Jim, I need you. There’s talk of a tv celebrity who was murdered in her apartment under mysterious circumstances and I need your help.” Trilby replied smoothly.

  “O-Oh… Um.. Y-Yes Sir.”

  Trilby smiled. “Thank you. It’d be nice working with someone competent.”

  I would’ve loved how well he cut into me with words alone, if it was under any other circumstance. Claire and Jim seemed to think the same, as they frowned at him.

  “Trilby… Come on, isn’t that a bit harsh?” Claire asked.

  “How is that harsh? I simply paid Jim a compliment by saying he was going to be good to work with.” Trilby glanced back at her.

  “Well…  Yeah…  But…” Claire looked up at me but all I could focus on was the split-second glance Trilby gave me. The kind of pointed glance that easily conveyed that he wasn’t as innocent as he sounded.

  He turned to leave, with Jim following close behind him. All I could do was watch in frustration.

  “....He really knows how to hold a grudge, huh?” Claire asked as I slowly sat back down.

  “Yeah… Who would’ve guessed?” I huffed and jabbed my cold leftovers.

  I stewed over the comment for the rest of the day, only getting angrier and angrier about it. The way he said it, the stupid look he gave me, that kind of smug air of a kid who thinks he’s so fucking smart by “not touching” you.

  I finally went on a search for him near the end of the work day. It wasn’t hard. Trilby was pretty much a creature of habit and I knew if he wasn’t in any closet or dark corner befitting an ex-thief, he would only, naturally, be on the roof.

  Trilby seemed surprised though, as I kicked open the locked door and made my way out onto the roof.

  “Oh for heaven’s sake, won’t you leave me ALONE?” Trilby sighed.

  “No, dammit!” I stormed over to him. “Cause this shit has gone on long enough!”

  “Chris, I don’t want to hear your apology.”

  “WHY NOT?!”

  “Cause I can’t take you seriously!” Trilby snapped at me. “How am I supposed to? You’re nonstop with being utterly ridiculous!”

  “I’M ridiculous!? I think you’ve been! It was just a joke!”

  “Oh yes, I forgot to laugh! HA! HA HA HA HA! Yes let’s all laugh at my pain!” Trilby stepped up onto the railing and scooped up his grolly. “Everybody come witness the fool who went and got himself tormented on his first case! Let’s all laugh at the idiot who experienced death first-hand, MULTIPLE TIMES! I’m SO sorry Chris! I FORGOT HOW HILARIOUS PAIN IS.”

  He knelt down and leaned in close to scowl down at me. I couldn’t help but shrink back, feeling the same twisted pain in my gut from before in the breakroom.

  “Trilby I didn’t mean it like-”

  “Oh yes you did, Christopher.” he seethed. “You only think it would be funny to point and laugh at pain, but you never consider who’s pain, do you? I know you have mental issues, but you see the real problem was that I do too. I just don’t go announcing it to the world like you do.”

  “Well I’m so-”

  “Let’s see how well your apologies matter when I finally give in and just let go, Chris.” Trilby stood back up and it was now that it really hit me how dangerously close to the edge he was.

  Fear had an icy grip on every nerve in my body as Trilby took one giant, swinging step.

 “DON’T!!” I shrieked.

  He turned around almost effortlessly in one full swing and sat his foot on the railing again. I looked up only to find him grinning back down at me.

  “Hm, things are a little different on this side of the railing, aren’t they?” He turned and began walking very quickly along the edge, making me follow helplessly behind him.

  “Trilby, okay I get it! This isn’t funny!” I continued shouting.

  “No? Oh, I thought this was hilarious to you! Especially if I were to-” he suddenly stopped, faster than I could register and started walking backwards, as if it was only natural.

  “TRILBY!” I skidded, trying to stop, slipped, skinned my hands on the floor as I twisted around and tried to catch up to him.

  “See, isn’t it so funny? Let’s all laugh at the man who suffers from PTSD!” Trilby continued.

  When I got close I reached out to pull him back down.

  My heart froze in mortal terror as he suddenly jumped.

  It didn’t start again until he landed, feet away from me. He turned back around and sneered.

  “Let’s see how well you laugh, when the man who suffers from horrific flashbacks, visions, and suicidal thoughts plaguing his mind both day and night, finally gives in…”, he shrugged. “...finally sick of all the nonsense and teasing. Too tired to keep on fighting and caring anymore like he struggles to, every single day. Let’s see how well you laugh when I finally… take the plunge.”

  “MALCOLM!!”

--

  There really wasn’t an excuse for allowing it to escalate to such heights, just as there shouldn’t have been any excuse for me to lose balance.

  But I think, if nothing else, it got the message across.

  Of course I hadn’t fallen too far before I made use of the grolly. I caught myself and looked back up as Chris was leaning over the edge, a look of pure fear on his face. He was actually tearing up.

  When I finally pulled myself back over the railing Chris scooped me up and clung tighter than ever before, crying into my shoulder and apologizing over and over.

  I took a breath, my anger finally quelled though my heart still raced, and held him, apologizing back for the way I treated him.

  When we calmed down, we ended up sitting, with our backs to the railing, his arm wrapped securely around me, and mine around him.

  “To be fair, I do spend the better half of my efforts into hiding my own problems.” I said, breaking the silence. “And that’s not entirely fair to you.”

  “Well.. I could stand to pull my head out of my ass more often.” Chris shrugged. “...But it would be nice for you to tell me.. I had no idea you were…”

  “Well…” I shrugged. “No one does. I doubt even Claire really knows how hard some days are… Surprisingly enough your antics do sometimes help.”

  “They do??”

  “Well… It… Keeps me distracted I guess.” I scratched the back of my head, for once unsure of how to properly phrase my thoughts. “… It’s easier to get out of bed some days when I think about you. When I worry about… how bad it would be to leave you. Especially after we’ve… Well..”

  Chris grinned and I couldn’t resist leaning in and kissing him for it. Until half a minute later when the consequences of my word-choice came to mind.

  “That’s not an excuse to just be an asshole though.” I warned him, pulling away quickly.

  “Aw but Trilby-!”

  “NO.”

  “But Trilby…!”

  “For the love of- DON’T.”

  “I thought you liked my-”

  I shoved him away and shook my head as he rolled with laughter. Stupidly enough I couldn’t stop grinning myself. Before I could say anything else, he suddenly pulled me close and kissed me passionately.

 And it’s in moments like this, that I couldn’t have possibly expected for when taking on this job. And it’s moments like this that I find a reason to push on with every day.

[p0kern1ght]

chris + trilby wasnt good but i SURE did get emotionally attached to them together

[noah-moth-cursed-chaos]

Part two of that soulmate au

“You want to… change your emergency contact? It’s been Claire for years-“

“Yep and now I’m changing it, give me the bloody paper.”

It had been a decision made purely out of spite. Purely because after the third or fourth attempt Trilby had made to cut that string, Chris wanted to be sure that at one point or another he’d have to hurt the way Chris was hurting because of him.

Was it childish? Yes. Chris didn’t really care at the time, he’d been through hell and back time after time and never thought he’d meet his soulmate. And the bastard hated him. Hated him enough to hurt them both before he even knew him.

So he figured he could be a little fucking childish.

Of course now, when he came to in a hospital bed, loopy from pain medicine and bandages on most of his body, he really wished he hadn’t changed it. The nice thing about having Claire as his emergency contact was she was very dedicated to the idea of her friends not waking up alone in strange hospitals, dazed, high off medicine, and not fully aware of where they were. And Chris had to admit he’d gotten a bit too used to the comfort of knowing as much as he hated these places at least he wouldn’t be alone.

But he was.

For hours.

Nurses and doctors came in to check on him, explain his situation, what hospital he was in, not that he was comprehending it very well. The pain med high eventually cleared enough that he vaguely recalled the exchange leading to him ending up there.

”Dammit Trilbs I’m just trying to be nice to you, you don’t have to have such a stick up your ass all the time.”

“I do when I’m stuck with you. If I never have to go on another mission with you again I might actually smile for once.”

“Fine. Since you’ve completely made up your mind about me before even trying to get to know me, oh soulmate of mine, I’ll see what strings I can pull to keep us apart.”

“Good. I hope you pull the right ones, and I hope you die out there without me.”

Trilby probably didn’t mean it. Not fully at least. Not the part about Chris dying anyway.

He heard a gentle knock on his door and he glanced over to see a nurse, “Mr.Quinn, how are you feeling?”

“… like shit.”

“Well. That’d definitely make sense given your current circumstances, do you need anything?”

“… did my emergency contact pick up?”

She went quiet a moment.

“No. We’ve uhm-been trying to contact Mr.Railby for a while. He hasn’t responded. We left a few voicemails… do you have anyone else we can try and contact for you?”

“… no.” Chris wasn’t sure why he lied. Maybe he wanted Trilby to feel bad, knowing Chris lied here alone and it was his fault. Even if it wasn’t. Even if it was Chris’ fault for being bitter and petty. “… can you keep trying? That’s. He’s my soulmate.”

“Oh. I see… I’ll keep you updated if we get any response. Maybe he just hasn’t been by the phone?”

“Maybe.” Bullshit. Trilby always kept that dumbass little cellular on him, it was probably the only piece of modern tech he knew how to use. There was a reason Chris gave that number and not Trilby’s house phone. So he’d have to hear it.

And it was the next day, and he woke up alone. Again. And he took a nap. And he woke up-

Black hair caught his attention from the corner of his eye. Trilby was sat in the chair by the bed, staring out the window. It wasn’t a half bad view, rainy as all hell, but not half bad. He wasn’t looking at Chris at all. His hands were cupping that dumb red string. Chris wasn’t enough of a masochist to hope it was the way you cup something you’re scared will get hurt if you let go. His shoulder’s were hunched, and his eyes traced raindrops down the window. Damn those pretty eyes. Making Chris feel bad for this shit. He fucking deserved it, the cunt, but that far away look sure didn’t make it seem like it.

Chris sat in silence for… well he wasn’t sure how long, just watching Trilby as Trilby stubbornly refused to watch the hospital room. Eventually a warm, almost comforting feeling started to well in his chest, and he realized the other had started absentmindedly running his finger over the string.

That was too much.

That sort of tenderness was far too cruel.

Chris cleared his throat, effectively breaking the other from his trance.

Trilby straightened up, instantly untangling the thread from his hands, and his eyes snapped to Chris.

“How long have you been awake?” For a moment he seemed almost embarrassed, just a moment. Chris half thought he’d somehow dreamt it.

“… just a few seconds.” He shrugged, taking his own turn to avoid looking at Trilby.

“… You’re a piece of shit, you know that, Quinn?”

“We really *must* be made for each other then, huh Trilbs?“

Silence. Again.

“I wasn’t being serious when I said I hope you die you know. I certainly wasn’t telling you to go try to.” Trilby finally spoke, “I lost my phone and when I finally found it I had dozens of missed calls about you, from a hospital. Dozens, I thought I’d be asked to come ID a corpse. Why am I even your emergency contact?”

Chris tried to think of an excuse. All the ones he thought up fell short. So he was honest.

“I got pissed off and drunk and wanted to hurt you back. I didn’t even remember I did it until a while after I first woke up in here.”

“… hurt me back? Quinn does this soulmate thing really mean that much to you? It’s bullshit anyway-there’s no way there’s people actually made for each other.”

“Do you have any idea how much of a fucking comfort that string used to be before I met you? To know that even with all my scars and my mental issues and my trauma that still someone-someone out there would want me someday? Me? In all my fucked up-ness. In all the shit you don’t even know about because once again Trilby, you have never taken the time to get to know me. You’ve just decided you hated me and let that color every interaction we’ve had. Did you know I feel it too when you go on your bullshit spurs of trying to sever the damn thing?”

“… I. Didn’t know that. I didn’t know you were aware I’d tried to…”

“I have these-these awful fucking nightmares Trilbs. Where I wake up and I can’t tell what’s real and-well logically I’m not back where I think I am but logic really doesn’t do a whole fuckin lot for me in that moment. The night you tried to yank it off your finger that pain woke me up from one of those nightmares. Do you have any goddamn idea what it’d be like to have a dream like that, and wake up not knowing what’s real, and it feels like someone’s trying to yank your damn heart out of your chest? And then when you’re finally back in reality, you realize you woke up because the one person in the world who’s supposed to be made for you hates you with every fiber of his fucking being? Enough to put himself through pain worse than what you just endured? So yeah, Trilby. I wanted to hurt you back. I kinda hoped if I did die you’d get the voicemail too late or they’d say my name and you’d hang up and hear later. Because you’ve been fuckin torturing me mate, and you didn’t seem to care until you saw me wrapped up like a mummy in a hospital bed.”

“… I’ve been a cunt.” Trilby breathed out.

“No shit.” Chris grumbled, “… guess I’ve been one too. I was willing to die alone to get back at you.”

“… I can’t necessarily do much to make this right. Can I?”

“You can answer a question I guess.”

“What question?”

“Why’d you show up? Why come if you hate me so damn much?” Chris finally turned his attention back to Trilby, his face was unreadable. But his hands were clasped together a bit too tightly.

“… You’re not unbearable all the time, believe it or not. I’ve gotten used to you… it’s. Too quiet without you around actually. Never thought I’d say that-why are you laughing?”

Chris’ cackling didn’t last long, he winced and groaned at the pain it caused, before turning to Trilby with a grin, “So who are you and what type of aliens stole the real Trilbs? Come on. Spit it out. Or are you a demon? I’ll have you know I have extensive experience beating demon ass. However if your ass is as nice as Trilby’s I might-“

“Quinn! What the hell is your problem?!”

[pk-sonica-omega]

Boy time Me? Drawing the same character the same way consistently??? Unrealistic. 

[rational-mastermind]

Holy shit dude. @angelic-writer. You gave me a hell of a prompt. XD The first one I did, out of all these prompts, was Trilby actually (naturally). And I was just gonna do them all individually. But then I really looked at the faces you gave me and just had to do something with all of them together.

I don’t know what the context for this picture is. I just- I can’t. I wanna find a story here and make a quip of it, but I can’t. XDD Hope you enjoy it. And I added transparent separates of them all. Have fun rearranging them to your heart’s content.