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catladyoftheyr · 7 months ago

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Too Sweet (Ch 3)

Harvey x Reader

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 4

Summary: picking up off last chapters cliffhanger and diving straight into Harvey’s 4 heart event. You resolve the conflict after the incident with George, Harvey gives you a checkup, and you two share a jar of pickles in his apartment. 💘🥒

Authors note: I know nothing about the Air Force I’m so sorry. It’s just for the plot and vibes. He needed a backstory!!

Word count: 1.7k! A longer chapter as a treat

“Harvey! Oh my god why are you here? Wait, no, I don’t mean it like that” the surprise visit from the doctor had you stumbling over your words. “You scared me. And I don’t actually think your mustache is stupid. I just… I was really embarrassed about what happened earlier.”

“I actually stopped by to thank you for backing me up earlier. George can be stubborn, so I’m glad you got him to listen to you.” The doctor averted eye contact and stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Do you mind if I join you?”

“Oh uhhh, sure. How much of what I said did you hear by the way?” You hoped silently that he hadn’t heard you call him cute, especially since you’d been talking to a chicken.Harvey slid down and sat next to you on the floor of the coop.

“Just the part where you insulted my mustache,” he replied, stroking his own facial hair. “The farm is coming along nicely. You must be very dedicated to make such a turn around in such a short time.”

Oh thank Yoba you thought to yourself. “Thank you. I guess I’m trying to make up for lost time; I want to honor Grandpa’s memory because he loved this farm and the community. I used to spend a couple weeks here in the summer when I was growing up. I haven’t been back to the valley since I was a teenager. I didn’t think Lewis would recognize me when I came back.” You laughed quietly, an image of you as a gawky adolescent with braces coming back to you

“About earlier, we can put that behind us if you’d like. I didn’t mean to be short with you either. I was startled so I apologize for being curt.” Harvey looked at you with a kind expression before rising from the floor. “I’d like for us to be on good terms going forward.” He extended his hand and helped you up.

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The bell on the door chimed as you walked in and Harvey’s head poked up from his paperwork. “Hey! Just the person I wanted to see today actually.”

“Oh?”

“I was about to write you a letter recommending that you schedule your annual checkup. If you don’t mind, I’ve got time today actually for a cursory exam.” Truthfully you weren’t very fond of hospitals, or doctor’s appointments. But you were also a terrible liar and had no time to think of an excuse. Better just to get it over with, you supposed.

“I can make it work.” You set the jar of pickles aside temporarily and followed Harvey to an exam room. You sat down on the paper, uncomfortable with the sudden formal shift in your dynamic. You’d gone from friend to patient in a matter of minutes. Harvey placed his stethoscope just under the collar of your shirt and you flinched at the touch of the cold metal.

“Sorry it’s chilly,” Harvey said. “Your heart rate is a little high. Do hospitals make you nervous?” He asked with a slight furrow in his brow.

“A little bit” you admitted. It certainly didn’t help that this was the most physical contact the two of you had shared since you met. He placed his hand on your shoulder and your eyes met. You felt your palms start sweating.

“Take a deep breath for me please” you did as instructed and tried to focus on anything else but the feeling of his hand on you. “Your lungs sound strong.” Harvey was in his element as he checked off the boxes of a routine checkup. He tested your reflexes, examined your ears and eyes, writing down his observations on his clipboard. “So far you seem to be in good health. I just have a few more questions about your lifestyle”

“Ask away, Doc.” Harvey seemed slightly flustered at the nickname but made a quick recovery. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and stood up straighter, clearing his throat

“As I was saying. Working on the farm involves a fair amount of physical labor I assume, so I’m sure you get enough exercise. What do you usually eat in a day?”

“Oh I usually just eat the foragables I find around the valley. There’s a lot of leeks and wild onions out now. I saw a weird looking berry the other day and I ate a couple of those. Sometimes I eat eggs from the chickens, or buy something from Gus for dinner.” Harvey was visibly stressed as he absorbed the information you gave him.

“I would highly advise that you eat a more balanced diet. Foraging is fine as a snack but it won’t provide enough energy for your activity levels. Eggs are good, but I’d implore you to try and eat from all the food groups”

“So this probably isn’t a great time to say I also eat the algae I find in the mines?” You’d never seen the poor doctor so stressed; you imagined most of his patients weren’t quite as odd as you.

“Let’s move on. How much sleep do you get at night?”

“6ish, sometimes less, sometimes more”

“Well, 8 hours a night is recommended but 6 isn’t terrible I suppose. But I’d encourage you to try and find a healthier routine. Farming is labor intensive and if you don’t give your body the care it needs you won’t be able to keep up sooner or later.” He had a look of genuine worry in his eyes and it pulled at your heartstrings. You’d only known each other for several months, but you sensed the beginning of a deep connection.

“I’ll try to be better,” you replied softly. You weren’t used to being chastised, but you understood he meant well.

“Thank you. You’re free to go and have an official clean bill of health from me”

“Well I stopped by to ask a favor actually”

“Oh?”

“I was wondering if you’d do me the honors of being the very first taste tester of my first batch of farm fresh pickles” you grinned and gestured toward the door “I left them on the counter.” Harvey smiled back and held the door open for you.

“I’d be honored. I’m actually about to close up for the day, would you like to come upstairs?”

The two of you headed upstairs to the small apartment above the clinic. Furniture was sparse and well loved, and there was a small kitchenette off the main room. The back wall held a large bookshelf that boasted an assortment of books and some small trinkets. Another shelf was lined carefully with model planes. There was a radio station in the corner by the window. “It’s not much, but it’s home,” Harvey said sheepishly.

“It’s great” you replied, eyes scanning the room with eagerness. You were itching to learn more about him. You took a seat on his small sofa, your heart nearly skipping a beat when he sat next to you, his knee inches away from yours. “You can have the first one” you offered, extending the open pickle jar toward Harvey.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Harvey reached in and plucked out a particularly large pickle before biting into it. His eyes lit up as he tasted it. “This is delicious! You’ve really never made pickles before?” You shook your head. “Well you certainly have a knack for it.” You grabbed a pickle for yourself and were pleasantly surprised at how good they were. You were glad he wasn’t lying to spare your feelings.

“What’s with the planes?” You saw Harvey get a far off look on his face while he thought about his response

“I’ve always been fascinated by aviation. I did a stint in the Air Force years ago. I wanted to become a pilot but it didn’t pan out. It ended up paying for my med school tuition though. The model planes are something I like to do in my free time. I find them relaxing, and they remind me of my time in service.”

“I would have never guessed that. Pilots and doctors are pretty different. What led you down this path?”

“I think I’ve always had an affinity for helping people. I joined the Air Force to serve my country; this feels like a way to serve the community in a different way.”

“That’s actually really selfless.” You toyed with images of Harvey in uniform as you reached for another pickle, not realizing that Harvey had the same idea. Your hands met in the rim of the jar and you flinched back instinctively. The small touch left you wanting more. You adjusted your legs slightly, tentatively letting one fall against his. Harvey made no effort to break contact.

“Tell me more about yourself. You said you explore the mines. Are there really monsters in there?”

“There are! I haven’t made it down very far but there’s all kinds of creatures down there.” You animatedly described the things you’d encountered on your adventures: colorful slimes, stealthy rock crabs, large buzzing insects, agile bats and more. Harvey looked on with a mixture of awe and fear.

His voice grew soft as he spoke “please be careful in the mines. I’d hate to see you get hurt.” Suddenly it was as if a switch had gone off in his mind and he got up from the couch. “Wait here one second!” He bolted across the studio and down the stairs. You heard rummaging from below before Harvey emerged again holding an armful of various medicines and first aid supplies. “Take these.” He thrusted the bundle of supplies into your arms.

“Harvey I can’t just take these from you. These are expensive” you insisted, trying to hand them back to him. A roll of gauze unraveled on the floor. Harvey plucked it from the ground and placed it on a table.

“Nonsense. Consider it part of your checkup.” He looked you in the eyes with a pleading expression. “Please take them. And promise me you’ll keep them with you in the mines”

“I promise.”

#my writing #harvey fluff #harvey x farmer #sdv fanfic #stardew fanfiction #stardew valley fanfic #harvey stardew valley #stardew valley fanfiction #harvey x reader

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tanoraqui · 5 months ago

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Dungeon Meshi Liveblog: Some Much-Needed Downtime TBH

ok I kinda read these species-swap chapters quickly without commenting 2 nights ago bc I REALLY wanted to catch up to the show, and honestly I didn't have much to say? It was a fun showcase of some different species talents, and introduced multiple fun problems for the characters to solve [takes notes in DM]. But it didn't seem to move either plot or characters forward much. Some notes:

Honestly it's surprising that there's only been 1 count of food poisoning so far, when they're trying SO MANY new things. One must credit Senshi's cooking skills!

This might be the single funniest joke so far:

I've seen multiple posts saying Senshi's elfsona reveals him to be feminine by dwarf standards, and I'm genuinely BAFFLED by that take because it is SO obvious that Senshi's elfsona reveals him to be 1. the Hottest Man You Have Ever Met, and 2. HAIRY. We have seen 0 other elves with facial hair. I dug up that showcase of different elves and 0 of them have facial hair. In the Tolkienien lore from which all modern fantasy, or certainly this sort of fantasy, is derived, exactly 2 elves in the history of the world are said to have had facial hair. Elf!Senshi has a tiny little moustache. Elf!Senshi isn't feminine, he is the HOTTEST, HAIRIEST bear in the metaphorical gay club.

...it's possible that he's more of a himbo than we realize, though.

I don't know what's up with Kensuke and I AM worried that it's being directed by the demon. I want it to be Laios's friend so bad...

It occurs to me that "the winged lion is actually the demon at the root of all of this" is probably the biggest spoiler I've gotten, and I didn't even realize how huge a spoiler it was because I DIDN'T get spoilered for the fact that, so far as the characters know, the lion is supposed to be a helpful god. Don't play with spoilers, kids! Even if you want to read the juicy meta!

This initial fight with the gargoyles is probably my new second-favorite "Laios is really quickly analytical and problem-solving in combat" moment (the living armor fight is still #1). He sees how everyone is failing, prevents more problems as he can, realizes they can't win and puts together what pieces they need to get out. In group social dynamics, he's a mediocre leader at best, but he's a superb combat tactician.

Laios is just living in his own little after-school special, and I love him for that.

That first panel is definitely support for the theory that the 50-60yr life expectancy of "short-lived" races like tallmen, orcs, kobolds and halffeet is shorter than it should be, relative to their ages of maturity, because the long-lived races control and hold most of the resources. It's even possible that their ages of maturity SHOULD be even older, but social conditions force them to become "adults" at a younger developmental age than dwarves, gnomes and especially elves!

Panel 3 is Marcille mentally shoving Chilchuck higher on her list of Lives to Extend by Whatever Magic I Can Learn.

I love how the way they figure out that the mushrooms' effects are easily reversible is literally by thinking through the greater social worldbuilding implications of the effects.

^This is the single most Dad we've ever seen Chilchuck...topped only by that 'carry child like a football' a moment later. Actually, he yeets Marcille a LOT while tall - here, over the jump in the travel montage, with Laios to make a loop for the gargoyle...which I'm dead certain is an indication of how he physically treated his daughters. Those kids got casually, affectionately tossed like salad.

AND THAT'S WHAT WE CALL FRIENDSHIP.

...okay maybe I did have several thoughts about those 2 chapters.

"[Falin] was much tougher than I was. I hear she and our parents still write to each other" is SUCH a line for painting a picture of Laios and Falin's childhoods, and Laios's feelings on it.

you can keep your Kabru Wink(TM)s, I am weak only for the Laios Fond Little Smile(TM).

I love how Senshi is still musing on this soul = egg metaphor, and I LOVE how both times now that we've seen Laios genuinely lose his temper, it's because someone was saying "why are you just being excited about eating monsters when Falin is in danger?!", and he's snapping because he is fucking NOT dismissing his sister in favor of eating monsters, he is doing EVERYTHING IN HIS POWER to save her and it just so happens that the only plans with a smidgen of success involve leaning into eating monsters. And by trying to stop him from that, you're stopping him from saving Falin.

Laios, how tf do you remember the Wink? I'm 99% sure Kabru never once winked in your interactions; I WAS looking for it. Was he just exuding wink energy? (I mean...yes.)

The dramatic irony jokes in this chapter are on POINT. Chilchuck: "There's no way this thing still works" [tram door slams shut on his heels, cars immediately starts moving]. "You won't find a military company in the dungeon" [smash cut to Shuro, Namari and Kabru unhappily leading the Canaries into the dungeon]. Impeccable.

Stopping this one here in preparation for going nuts about implied elf-related worldbuilding in the next chapters!

#dm lb #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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grey-gazania · 7 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Yoinked from the lovely @sallysavestheday and @melestasflight!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 65, though one is a compilation of unrelated short pieces.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 199,601

3. What fandoms do you write for? Mostly Tolkien, though I have a few older bits and bobs from other fandoms hanging around.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? In terms of kudos, my various Kidnap Fam stories are overwhelmingly my most popular:

A Stitch in Time (Elrond's life as seen by a quilt)

And They Looked Up and Saw a Star (Early-days Kidnap Fam WIP)

Root and All (Kidnap Fam feat. Maedhros, Elrond, and botany)

Speak No Evil (Kidnap Fam feat. Orkish lessons)

Little Drop of Poison (Kidnap Fam feat. injured Maedhros and healer Elrond)

5. Do you respond to comments? I try to respond to them all, but sometimes my responses are very late, especially if the comment comes when I'm having a depressive episode or a chronic illness flare-up.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Leaving aside unfinished multichaps that will have angsty endings but haven't gotten there yet, it's probably either The Hearts of the Eldar (the Third Kinslaying and all that it entails) or Pain Unbearable (Maedhros' death).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Probably Half Past Ten in the Rose Garden (Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife engagement rom-com). Still debating whether I should add another chapter or wrap it where it is.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Only ever on fics featuring Fingon's wife. Some people get real heated about those.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I don't, nor do I read it. It's very much Not My Thing. I think the closest I've come is The Bed We Share (Fingon/Fingon's Wife, Fingon/Maedhros), which does have a sex scene, but it's not particularly detailed.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No, though I do enjoy reading them on occasion. I'm going to take this opportunity to recommend Evidence by Camwyn on FF.N, which is the single most delightful crossover I've ever read. (Silmarillion/Discworld)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! A kind reader translated Root and All into Russian, where it seems to have been moderately well-received, at least from what I can tell using Google Translate.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope. I suppose I'd be willing to give it a shot, but I do have Very Strong characterization opinions that might make it difficult.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Maedhros/Fingon! Though Elrond/Celebrian and Caranthir/Caranthir's Wife are close seconds, and Glorfindel/Erestor and Legolas/Gimli are very old and longstanding favorites as well.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Things ain't lookin' good for The Longest Journey I Have Known (Fingon's wife and Celebrian travel to Valinor). I am Extremely Stuck.

16. What are your writing strengths? Worldbuilding, character dynamics, and description.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? PLOT. God, I am so bad at come up with interesting plots. Also probably pacing, I need to improve in that respect.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I do it rarely -- in fact I think Maps might be the only Silmarillion story where I've done it. I included a Quenya translation of part of a Yiddish folk song, and in that case I had help from the Lizard Council, and particularly from the esteemed and dearly missed Darth Fingon, who looked over my translation and corrected a few errors.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Star Wars, back in, uh, 1999, I think? I've been doing this for a good 25 years.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Girl, that's like asking a mother to choose her favorite child! But if I absolutely must pick, it's probably The Flight of Birds, which features Elrond, newly arrived on Balar, dealing with his conflicted feelings about his mother.

Tagging @thelordofgifs, @vidumavi, @cuarthol, @swanhild, @leucisticpuffin, @emyn-arnens, @polutrope, @welcomingdisaster, @zealouswerewolfcollector, @that-angry-noldo, @thescrapwitch, @spiritofwhitefire, @swanmaids, @hhimring, @elfscribe, and anyone else who wants to share -- @ me and say I tagged you!

#dash games #fic recs

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ceo-of-kimona · 9 months ago

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What to do with Scott…

A question that many many Kimona enjoyers face in our time is thus: “where the hell do we put Scott Pilgrim?”

The guy is a weird case. He’s the main character, the damn series was named after him, he’s integral to the life and stories of both of these women. Although; he is also a massive cockblock (or vag block?? Idk) and must be obliterated in order for the two to be happy. So, to prevent Kimona fic writers (also known as the greatest and most noble heroes of our time) from needing to contend with this great query again, I shall compile a list of potential things you could do with Scott to get him the hell out of the way. In no particular order.

1. Break Scott and Ramona up

Probably the most direct and simple answer, especially if you’re going for a more cannon compliant, post cannon universe. Though it does kinda invalidate all of the shit they got through to get together if they just split up like that. So I suggest that if you do break them up, make it on good terms. Make it so that it’s mutual and mutually beneficial and mature. Less of a “I hate you and I never want to see you again” and more of a “it was fun, you helped me a lot, but now we gotta go our separate ways in life.” Their development shouldn’t be rendered moot by the breakup, instead make the breakup part of their development.

2. Create an AU where Scott does not exist

A fairly easy one, if Scott doesn’t exist, you can just go along your merry way with your shipping. Fics where Kim finds Ramona before Scott or fics where Scott doesn’t ever fall in love with Ramona for whatever reason also fall under this category. These are good, but a bit bland. There isn’t a great lot you can tell here cause Scott’s douchery kinda holds together the plot pretty much. It is only by him being a rat-ass fuckboy that anyone ever meets anyone in the comics. Also, without having her relationship with Scott, Ramona just doesn’t have her vital character arc that the relationship brings. She’s always gonna be the same ol Flowers when she comes to Kim.

So unless you plan on retelling the entire story of the… everything with Kim instead of Scott, you’ve gotta very flighty and traumatized Ramona Flowers on your hands for the entire fic. Now, this is perfect for angst fics, as using pre-arc flaws to create a tragedy has been a a tool for angst fics since god damn Shakespeare. Also fluff doesn’t really need the “primest character development” in order to be good, so if you’re planning to either make angst or simple fluff then AU is your best bet. If you wanna make something more cannon compliant or lighthearted yet complicated, you’re out of luck.

3. Polycule

Self explanatory. Why not have both? Keep Scott and Ramona’s cute dynamic; and just bring Kim into the mix. While this can be very fun (I’m actually writing a fic where this happens at the moment) it isn’t great for every fic. Cause let’s face it: if you’re here and queer for Kimona, so maybe you do not want to write for the feelings of the dude who got here first so he’s also tagging along. Some people just don’t wanna write Scott, which is perfectly valid. Also, polycules are messy and complicated, both in real life and in fic writing. While complications can create some good drama, it’s also a lot of moving parts to manage. You aren’t getting a Kimona + Pilgrim fic down to 2k words without sacrificing a lot. This one is not built for oneshots or general Pilgrim-haters.

4. Send him off to be with Wallace

Probably one of my favorite options to use. It’s kinda an extension of the “breakup” idea, but it gives a happier ending for Scott, as it lets the breakup make sense. Scott falls in love with Wallace and can’t bear the pining so he communicates with Ramona about it, and they mutually agree that it’s for the better for them to split so he can be with Wells. It also will keep the Scollace shippers at bay, may their apocalyptic wrath be kept at bay /s.

If you don’t really have much stuff outside of Kimona in your fic and don’t know how to get Scott out of the picture, try this one. Just throw in a sentence about Scott being with Wallace and everything will make sense and be chill. Truly an option for us lazy bitches out there who just want yuri. It can also potentially set up some Scollace content later down in the fic if it comes to be of a larger scale, but if you just want your yuri you can throw out a “Scott is with Wallace” line and not need to elaborate further, we get it. All around a flexible, powerful, potent, and fun option. Though if you have any Wallace pairings already set up in your fic and you can’t fit Scollace in, this option obviously won’t be that useful to you.

So…

That’s all of the “bye bye Scott pilgrim” tropes for Kimona fics that I could think of. Now for which one is the best… prepare yourself, the answer is disappointing.

None of them!

No one of these is always gonna work for everything. These tropes are all just tools in your toolbox at the end of the day, and which one you use is up to what you’re writing and how you’re feeling. So don’t be afraid to try multiple of these for your fics, throw shit against the wall like spaghetti. Maybe you’ll find something new that you’ll like.

But that’s enough yapping from me. Now go forth and WRITE!

#also you can hit her with the transgenderification beam but I don’t know how that would help things #it would make them more funny though! so worth concideration #kim pine #ramona flowers #scott pilgrim #pineflowers #kimona #ramkim #scott pilgrim vs the world #rant post #fic writing

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thedanceronthestreets · 2 years ago

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And finally: my thesis post on why i am so obsessed with the new enola holmes 2 sherlock and john pairing and where they might take their dynamic in future movie(s):

1) Casting

Where to begin. Himesh patel has such a characteristically kind watson face that if he'd walked into the casting room and looked at me, i would've said yes as a casting director immediately too. Also, casting himesh patel was definitely A Decision in the sense that he isn't a no name actor merely hired to stand in the background without any lines. I really think by starcasting john the writing team made a conscious decision to properly incorporate john in the story. I'm not sure whether they're gonna use the fact that he's part indian within the plot cause they've been pretty neutral on race so far, but it sure would be a fun idea to entertain! Henry cavill as sherlock has honestly absolutely baffled me, i would've never seen him as a sherlock based on previous projects (that doesn't just relate to physicality). I wasn't quite sure yet about him after the first movie cause he just had relatively little screen time and still played a rather stereotypical version of sherlock. But they've really decided to steer away from that in the second movie and make sherlock a much softer, sensitive character. Mr cavill's really made his own version of sherlock holmes, the goofiest interpretation we've seen so far, but call me a sailor cause i am on board!

2) Timing

The set up for john and sherlock meeting at this point in the story is so so interesting: as far as i'm aware, we've never ever had a movie/tv sherlock holmes interpretation where we as an audience are introduced to sherlock before john (except for sherlock gnomes where they are both on screen together for the first time). Mostly, this obviously comes down to the way the arthur conan doyle books were set up where we meet john first as he's the one looking for a place to live. BUT in enola holmes, we get to know sherlock first and quite a lot actually!!We start off with him being the standard expected detective and over the 2 movies we witness him undergoing quite a large character development arch towards a mellowed out, more mature, maybe even wiser version of sherlock thanks to his relationship with enola (see: the first thing he does is ask john watson for his name, not a deduction question like 'afghanistan or iraq'). And this is important because the enola holmes watson is introduced to this sherlock instead of the younger, quite abrahasive version. Which leads me on to....

3) Dynamic

Himesh patel's john and henry cavill's sherlock are instantly set up to have a pretty unique dynamic as compared to previous interpretations. As far as we can judge, enola john is pretty much at the point in his life that we get to meet him in the original books; he's looking for a flat mate since he's just returned from afghanistan (although so far, we haven't seen a hint of an injury) and is absolutely broke. We kind of get a glimpse of his desparation when sherlock says he must have the wrong address and john insists that he's pretty confident he has the right one: he's definitely just a politely confident man but he also just really needs to find a place to live asap. Sherlock is desparate in his own right. He's grappling with loneliness (even though he still tries to deny it to anybody who isn't enola) and is starting to realise that being alone might not be the super power he thinks it is (which is also a very very different attitude to arthur conan doyle's sherlock!!! At least at the beginning). So when these guys meet, they are both very inclined to make this work, even if it's for different reasons. This makes me believe they might end up being close to either granada holmes' or elementary's sherlock/john dynamic, where they learn to like and care for each other pretty quickly and mostly just have a good time together (a shits and giggles dynamic as seen in granada holmes, you might say). (I think they will have very little of the bbc sherlock dynamic as i really can't see either of them just shouting at the other out of nowhere. These boys are sensitive. <3) John's already blatant politeness and sherlock's softer nature is gonna make them quite a silly, adorable pairing and i'm so so excited to see that if it comes to fruition. ESPECIALLY in combination with the whole holmes clan and how they're gonna take the news that 'sherlock holmes always works alone' suddenly is inseparable from this doctor he lives with.

4) Extra john commentary

I'm so sure that himesh patel is gonna do a similar thing to henry cavill and make watson his own. And i'm pretty convinced we've already seen the start of it. The fact that he doesn't know who sherlock holmes is, despite this version of sherlock already being quite the popular personality (see tewksbury's mum in in eh1: 'sherlock holmes is interested in our case?') is so freaking funny to me, because i kind of feel like they're building up to john really not being all that impressed with sherlock's detective work. Even though henry's sherlock is a BIG guy and quite decisively tried to turn john away from the door, john wasn't intimidated and stood his ground twice. It's a confidence that we rarely get to see in watson as most of the time he's depicted as the 'stupid' one and although he obviously doesn't know sherlock at that point yet and his attitude might change more to admiration, i still find it quite indicative about his character. I really like the idea that this john comes into sherlock's life and is the first person sherlock meets after becoming a detective who just likes him as a person aka all his qualities that have nothing to do with his detective work (eg it'd be fun if when enola complains about the violin again he says something like 'i rather enjoy it actually'). I just think it sets up a really nice, equal friendship. Or perhaps ... more?

5) Are they gonna kiss

Honestly, i have absolutely zero idea or expectations. Since both sherlock and john are gonna be side characters, any development of a relationship would have to happen pretty sped up and i'm not sure i'm a fan of that. Plus, we don't know how long after eh2 eh3 is gonna be set. A month? A year? Five years? I feel this would make a big difference as to how far they could take sherlock and john's relationship intimacy, even unrelated from anything romantic. If it's the same time gap as between eh1 and eh2, that would be a good way of taking their relationship further: they'd already know each other by having lived together for a year or so but the relationship would still be fresh enough to explore new themes. As for how realistic that is: as far as i know, none of the major production players (writers, director, producer) is gay, which is typically a bad sign to begin with. I don't think netflix as a streaming service would be opposed to it at this point, they've clearly already experimented with new takes on the sherlock/john dynamic in that series they made that got cancelled recently where john is gay and in love with sherlock. So, i can see them encouraging it as it would bring good press and a lot of views most of all. And they have tried to make an effort in eh1 and eh2 to convey liberal and 'smash the patriarchy' vibes to the audience (mostly thanks to the books) so that's certainly not a bad sign. But i do feel like it would be too good to be true as a Concept. The Concept being a major production canonically gay sherlock holmes living together with his darling husband. But hey folks, keep dreaming. Surely someday, somebody's gonna do it.

#enola holmes 2

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crescenthoax · 1 year ago

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I will never love again 1: What inspired you to write the fic this way? 2: Which scene did you put on first? 3: What is your favorite plot? 4: What's your favorite line of dialogue? 5: Which part was hardest to write? 6: What is your fic special or different from all your other fics? 7: Where did the title come from? 8: Did any real person or event inspire any part of this? 9: Was there an alternate version of this fic? 10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story? 11: What do you like most about this fic? 12: What do you like least about this fic? 13: What song did you hear that made you want to write this story? Or if you haven't heard anything yet, what do you think readers should hear to keep us reading? 14: Is there anything you would like readers to learn from reading this fic? 15: What did you learn from writing this fic?

Oh jesus christ. Okay let’s see, I’ll try to be as brief as possible.

1. I guess I just wrote what I would like to read. Back in october, there weren't any Aegon fics (mostly Aemond x niece/sister), and I thought I would be happy writing for us Aegon enthusiasts since there was too much hate around.

2. The first scene I wrote was teenage Aegon meeting teenage Annika (with some Rhys foreshadowing as well), but at the last minute I decided I didn’t want them to be familiar with each other or have any preconceptions when they got married, so I went for the original prologue.

3. Annika in Rhaenyra’s court, 100%. I adore her entire internal struggle and the person she’s becoming.

4. Ughh either the “your love is a curse” “then you must be a curse breaker” bit or the “hair grows back, your dead children don’t”.

5. You know what, I have the hardest time writing happy/fluffy moments, like grief comes naturally but the entire love plot I tend to overthink it a lot because I don't want to make it cheesy, and to be honest, I don't think I'm very good at it. Lately, though, it's the entire war plot that's getting on my last nerve.

6. Definitely the fact that I've never gotten this far with any of my other works. I'm so committed to it and to the characters that I don't know what I'm going to do once it's finished.

7. I think it was that the 1975 song happiness one of my friends kept singing and it stuck with me for WEEKS, then I had an epiphany while listening to cowboy like me by taylor swift and here we are.

8. There’s a lot of me in Annika and there’s a lot of my trauma and my love and my friends and my life but no one is inspired in no one.

9. Never. A drama queen with intimacy issues and a pathetic wimpy mess full of rage were my ride or die since day one.

10. I wanted to write something real and raw, someone who unapologetically made mistakes, and my boy failure Aegon was a perfect match for it. Besides I feel like all of you just… Get it in the way I wanted you to get it. It wouldn’t work if Annika was paired with Aemond for example. It had to be them.

11. The family dynamics. I love the fact that the green brothers found not just love but a real family with the girls. They might have their differences, but at the end of the day, they're all they have.

12. That I put on a lot of detail and made it too complicated and sometimes it’s hard to keep up.

13. I don’t think is just one in particular but a bunch of sad indie songs glued together. I’m gonna make a playlist someday.

14. Oh it actually terrifies me that someone might learn something from this flawed story but I guess that’s a good point, that you’re valid and deserving of love no matter how much you believe otherwise.

15. Yeah that I am insane lol.

#im never gonna love again #team green #fanfic #aegon ii targaryen #annika lannister #aegon x oc #hotd #asoiaf #got #aegon ii fanfic #ao3 writer #aegon targaryen fic #aegon targaryen fanfic

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findroleplay · 2 years ago

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Searching for discord writing partners that would be willing to be long term and can write varying reply lengths. I typically try to stick to 2-3 but can do more or 1-2 depending on the day. Having someone able to roll with that to keep the muses and story alive would be fantastic. I cannot always be active every day but try to be around for at least a check in. Please keep that in mind if interested.

Details:21+, with a preference for 25+ writers, as mun is 29+ but under 33. All muses will be 21+ as well. Okay with darker themes🕊, along with spicy writings🌶, given the nature of the plots I am looking for. Looking for a balance of spice and plot. Tupperbox use is a must. Doubling/multiple threads is not a necessity but would be nice. I like playing both dominant and more submissive roles so the chance to stretch those muscles is appreciated.

Kinks and such can be discussed over Tumblr before discord information is exchanged. I'm friendly and easy going so it's all good if you decide that the idea just isn't for you and wanna drop after we do some chatting.

Onto the ideas! 🔪🔪

Basically, I'm looking for some slasher fans out there! I put the movies beside the ideas but fandoms for these ideas: Rob Zombie's Halloween, My Blood Valentine 3D, Leatherface, Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning, Dead by Daylight. I am also comfortable with Scream (OG Ghostface), House of Wax, and Friday the 13th series.

Michael Myers (Rob Zombies Halloween): (potential omegaverse dynamics to be used here) Michael ends up taking interest in a nurse that cares for him in his late teens and very early twenties. She shows a healthy amount of respect, knowing what he can do, but doesn't treat him like a monster. She compliments his artistic ability, brings him supplies even when the facility won't provide, a stark difference from how everyone else treats him. It's for that reason alone that he doesn't kill her. He doesn't understand it, of course, but decides he will keep her so she can do for him what he can't. **Willing to play either role here but leaning towards the female OC

Tom Hanniger/Harry Warden against any OC. Takes place after the events of the movie (My Bloody Valentine 3D), in which the OC knows Tom, knows his history, and the trauma he has been through. They have an idea of who he has turned into, what he is capable of but still takes him in, and offers him shelter while he is on the run. Perhaps they think he is redeemable even when he is not or perhaps they had an unrequited love for him that they feel they can now fulfill because something can be offered that couldn't be before, making the OC a little twisted in their own right. **Would like to play Tom in this instance against someone's OC.

Other potential pairings without much idea but open to hearing thoughts:

Either Jedidiah Sawyer/Leatherface from Leatherface or Thomas Brown Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre:The Beginning against a female OC of mine. Perhaps for Jedidiah/Jackson is someone who is at the Gorman House with him, a close bond formed between them. For Thomas, perhaps a childhood friend or someone who moves to town before the carnage begins and how's him some empathy and compassion, leaving her as not only a potential captive but love interest.

Dead by Daylight: I can play either Evan MacMillan or Frank Morrison against anyone, preferable OC characters.

Sum of characters I want to write: Tom Hanniger, Evan MacMillan, Frank Morrison, Michael Myers

Sum of characters I want to write against: Michael Myers, Jedidiah Sawyer, Thomas Brown Hewitt

Interact with the post (reblog, comment, like) and I'll reach out to you. *Note: I will not be reaching out to blank blogs or blogs with no age range (don't need exact) in their bios or pinned posts.

#roleplay #rp #Halloween rp #my blood valentine 3D rp #leatherface rp #texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning rp #dead by daylight rp #scream rp #house of wax rp #friday the 13th rp

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darkdoverpseeker · 2 years ago

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Onto the ideas! 🔪🔪

Other potential pairings without much idea but open to hearing thoughts:

Dead by Daylight: I can play either Evan MacMillan or Frank Morrison against anyone, preferable OC characters.

Sum of characters I want to write: Tom Hanniger, Evan MacMillan, Frank Morrison, Michael Myers

Sum of characters I want to write against: Michael Myers, Jedidiah Sawyer, Thomas Brown Hewitt

Interact with the post (reblog, comment, like) and I'll reach out to you.

interact if interested!

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asterigos · 2 years ago

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𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐇. 𝟐𝟗. 𝐒𝐇𝐄/𝐇𝐄𝐑. 𝐄𝐒𝐓.

Tired and I’m not super speedy with replies. Please be sure to read my rules before asking to write together, but if after that you’re still interested please message me as I’m typically open to plot and can usually make new characters if need be!

Has it been a while since I’ve responded to a DM/IM? Check my personal post tag to see if I’ve made any updates.

APRIL 2023: Currently on a HIATUS. Replies will be very sporadic; not accepting new plots.

ABOUT • RULES • CHARACTERS • NAVIGATION • PLOT BUNNIES • ASK MEMES

Characters lacking a bio doesn’t indicate being a “main” or “test” character, it just means I haven’t gotten to it yet. Since I can’t have two pinned posts, below the cut are specific plot ideas I’d like for some of my characters. They can be revised as necessary to fit other genres aside from modern day. Please review their general information on my character page!

These are just the main things to keep in mind, but please read my FULL RULES before asking to write together!

• I will not write with anyone or any character under the age of 21. No exceptions. Same goes for the FC of your character, they must be 21+. • I reply about 1-2 times per week. I can’t do frequent replies every day or every other day due to my busy schedule. • Please DO NOT reblog any of my graphics unless you were tagged in it or have otherwise received my explicit permission to do so. • Most of my characters are women as I primarily write F/F for romantic ships because that’s what I’m most comfortable with, but I am willing to write other gender romantic pairings. Anything goes for platonic relationships. If you’re interested in a M/F ship with one of my women characters, you can ask but I’m picky, sorry. Most prefer women anyway despite whatever sexuality they are. • I’m open to platonic plots and encourage them too! • I’m open to just about any genre despite whatever genre I write my characters in as their main verse. They’re nearly all pretty flexible with being dropped into other settings and I enjoy branching out and doing different types of genres.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒

If romance isn’t specified then the plot doesn’t have to include it. The gender-pairings listed are only applicable when it comes to romantic connections, but irrelevant otherwise.

My muse for my guys is fickle which is why there are few to no plots listed for them. If you're interested in any of my guys let me know and we can create a plot together!

ALEXIS CAINE. 37. Medical examiner (mildly corrupt). F/F.

M.E./“Client”; changes the evidence to push a case into her favor for the sake of your character who is either being wrongly charged/suspected (e.g. being framed) or is on a track for receiving a harsh punishment for something that wasn’t their fault or an accident.

Coworkers-ish; she’s convinced to work with a private detective and help them with a case. Maybe the P.I. discovered what she does: tampering with evidence if she deems the case being unfair against the suspect, whom she will meet with first prior to agreeing to work together. They could’ve baited her into meeting.

Friends to lovers; your character could be the lawyer she works with on the cases which she’s altered the evidence or someone she works with (lab tech, detective, etc.). Basically sunshine/grump dynamics.

ALIZEH ROSHAN. 37. Personal assistant (aspiring chief of law). F/F.

Boss/P.A.; she’ll try to leave as soon as things heat up.

Exes/Past affair; in a chose of the relationship or her career Alizeh would pick her career. This could’ve been why things ended or not or one of many reasons.

Rivals to lovers; coworkers, working for rival companies, or your character could be CEO of a startup that’s rivaling Alizeh’s boss’ company, etc.

CAMILLA ZHU. 58. Spy / Hitman for a criminal organization. F/F.

Hitman, Spy/Target (can be a criminal, wealthy/prominent public figure, or regular civilian)

Mentor/Protégé

Rivals; whether they work with the same organization or they work on opposing sides.

Defective agent; someone who gets her to betray her organization and either work for a rivaling organization or partner up with your character and they work independently.

Betrayal (ex-friends, lovers, or something in between); current or former partners where one betrayed the other.

Enemies to friends/lovers; forced to work together for a mission, but start out hating one another.

Forced proximity; forced partnership for a mission leads to forced proximity (sharing a room/only one bed, hiding in lots of cramped spaces that puts them physically close, etc.); this can go with any of the above ideas.

ESPERANZA CORONA. 43. Councilperson. F/F, M/F.

Exes; from before she became a councilperson.

Target/Hitman; someone is targeting her for a shot at her seat.

Rivals; a rivaling politician or up and coming politician.

EVA HAWTHORNE. 47. Socialite / Artist (anonymous). F/F.

Crime; can be pulled into crime unwittingly as an art forger.

Boss’s wife/Personal Assistant; Eva is gay but very lowkey, almost secretive, about it due to being married to a prominent man for the sake of her family. This could be a legal age gap, but no one under 35.

INGRID SALINAS. 42. Head of herpetology at a museum. F/F, F/M.

Spouses; with a rocky relationship. She doesn’t know how to fix things so she focuses more on work yet at the same time fears the relationship’s ending in the same poor way her parents’ marriage did.

Chloe; something inspired by the movie about a married woman hiring someone (but doesn’t have to be an escort in our plot, they could be a PI) to find out information on her spouse.

JAIMIE KING. 31. Black Market Dealer / Hunter (post-apocalyptic setting). F/F, F/M.

Ex-best friends; someone she abandoned or betrayed to save herself.

KALANI ENNIS. 38. Hitman / Criminal informant. F/F.

Lawful/Lawless; Kalani, seeking to try and turn her life around, starts working as an informant to help your character chase down other criminals.

Hitman/Target; The target she can’t bring herself to kill.

MARCELLA ESPADA-SHIRAZI. ~300 / 40. Vampire (can be written in a non-supernatural setting as a human). Hitman. F/F.

Almost lovers

Hitman/Target

Hitman/Hitman

Ex-friend, partner, etc.; Someone who knew her in the past as a lawyer before she became the wrathful, hollow version of herself that she is now.

Platonic or Romantic anything; Someone to teach her how to let go of her grief and channel her rage into something constructive.

REGAN SLOANE. 32. Bodyguard. F/F.

Hired for a heist; but she ends up getting close to your character who could either be a team member for the heist or the target.

Bodyguard/Client; your character could be a criminal, someone of importance, etc. that Regan has to protect.

RILEY THORTON. 35. Hitman. F/F, F/M.

Past gang member; someone who was apart of the gang she brought to ruin. They could be someone who had a high position (not the leader, as they’re deceased) and want revenge for some reason.

Investigator/Hitman; Someone who’s onto Riley, but doesn’t yet have solid enough evidence that she’s behind the gang’s collapse and this could be their big break if they can crack the story open. In this scenario Riley would work as a bartender as a cover job.

Clients; someone who’s hired her past or present and starts to be a repeat client for some reason and use this opportunity to get to know her.

Hitman vs. Hitman; someone who’s been hired to target Riley for something she did to the client that crossed them enough to want her gone.

SEVERIN VOLKE. Ancient; appears 38. Angel. Hitman / Various crime. F/F, *F/M (*for a casual relationship)

Guardian angel/Charge; Severin is a terrible angel and was exiled from Heaven for their violence and disobedience. In the process of turning into a fallen angel. They could protect your character for selfish reasons, but end up coming to their rescue (or to be a nuisance) on multiple occasions.

Guardian demon/Charge; similar to the above except Severin has nearly finished the transition from fallen angel to demon. Though they’ve embraced their chaotic nature there’s still a small part of them that’s good and that part is what leads them to protect your character.

VASCO RIVAS. 30. Thief. M/M, M/F. Original verse is historical, but can be switched into another with ease.

Thief/Target (royalty, noble, commoner)

Forbidden relationship; gap in social status

VALDIS ALMAZAN SOLVEIG. 41. Werewolf. Homicide detective / Bodyguard. F/F.

Bodyguard (maybe hitman)/Client; bonus if the client is a prominent criminal, preferably one who isn’t totally cold-hearted. Valdis could come to work as a hitman or bodyguard for your character if she comes to respect them enough.

Detective/Relative or friend of victim

Detective/Lawyer

VALERIA AGUILAR. 50. Hitman. F/F. Note: she’s immortal, but doesn’t think there’s anyone else out in the world who is as well.

Another immortal person

Scientist/Subject; someone trying to capture her in order to analyze her genetic makeup and biological structure to figure out how she’s immortal, how the accelerated healing processes work, the limits of her immortality/healing, and/or how to weaponize it, etc.

Liberation; she’s captured in a science lab, being used as a test subject but your character chooses to secretly try and help her escape despite this also putting your character in danger.

Hitman/Target, Hitman, or Client

Enemies or friends with benefits to lovers

YANMEI YIN. 53. Editor-in-chief at EXPOSÉ. F/F, F/M. Can also be written further back in her lifetime when she still worked as a police detective pre- or post-coverup scandal before quitting to pursue journalism.

Target/Hunter; someone related to a person who’s had their wrongdoings exposed by Yanmei and either are going after her themselves or your character is someone who’s been hired by someone to go after Yanmei. Doesn’t necessarily have to be a hitman!

Informant; the one Yanmei goes to for advice repeatedly. She knows they don’t work exclusively for her so she’s careful around them. The price asked of her could become more dangerous and not just about money.

Ex-spouses; Yanmei was married once, though it fell apart for a variety of reasons, but in part because of her unyielding personality although she’d have been gentler in a relationship. But still stubborn and blunt with her opinions. They’re always chasing stories too.

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carmenlire · 2 years ago

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okay goddamnit, I watched the king: eternal monarch for the second time on the last friday of september and i have spent the weeks since completely and utterly consumed reading every fic I could get my greedy little raccoon hands on and I have things to say!

first of all, I think the sheer concentration of amazing fic for this fandom is unparalleled. I have read so many stories with an emotional depth and a dive into canon (before often diverging into the writer’s own plot) that has left me in awe. It’s been a month and I just read a series this morning that I absolutely adored. I’ve reread a few fics half a dozen times in less than a month. i’m unhinged and having the time of my life.

so saying, I don’t imagine that I’ll ever write my own tkem fic so I want to get my thoughts out somewhere on what I might have liked to have seen in the show or what I would want to do in my own fic because holy hell the source material is so rich and reading these fics has given me ideas and has helped consolidate what i love about these characters and relationships. So, going by relationship:

lee gon/tae-eul/jo yeong

1. the first fics I read on ao3 the day after my second rewatch were canon compliant with lee gon/tae-eul. then I read a few poly fics where yeong joins them and i really enjoyed the dynamic, with gon as the fulcrum for the three of them while tae-eul and yeong learn to meet each other on their own terms but, in the end, no less devout than their pull with gon.

I would love to explore the idea of that further-- I particularly would want to play out either a) gon has been just as in love with yeong since he was eight years old but the pull with tae-eul and the badge was always in the background and as king, he chose the easier route (even with parallel universes lmao) of pursuing what the kingdom would expect. however, when shit all goes down, he’s forced to confront that it’s always been yeong and tae-eul and the three must navigate that.

or b) gon doesn’t realize how much yeong means to him in a romantic sense until he has tae-eul but something is still missing. it takes tae-eul? to figure it out and orchestrate things to her liking. we can go either full angst as gon agonizes over the worry that tae-eul will perceive she’s not enough (he doesn’t know she’s behind the machinations) or full chaotic fluff with her obviously encouraging him and him seeing tae-eul and yeong together and feeling how right it is.

lee gon/ jo yeong

guys. GUYS. the little snippets we get of the two of them makes my brain overheat with the possibilities. There are a few things that I would like to see more of/I haven’t seen yet with these two fated disasters:

1. I’m in love with the idea that jo yeong might have been in love with gon since he was too young to understand all that encompasses, but he has actively pursued other relationships and is experienced. I have a particular thing with gon discovering yeong with someone else:

a) maybe gon walks into yeong’s apartment just to find him in a compromising position

b) gon visiting yeong during yeong’s years at the naval academy-- only to see yeong and a fellow cadet in the shadows of a corridor

c) yeong, still a teenager, with a stable boy when gon decides to go for a ride one afternoon

d) the one time yeong decided to treat gon as hyung and not pyeha, the two of them “snuck out” (there was still a security detail, though gon doesn’t know it) and they both drink too much and gon looks for yeong when his best friend seems to have disappeared, only to see yeong in the middle of a dance floor dancing very intimately with a man before pulling said stranger closer and kissing him for all he’s worth.

the possibilities are endless. in all of the ones above, though, gon had no idea that yeong is gay and he is 1) betrayed that yeong didn’t feel he could tell him 2) immediately jealous and overtaken with the urge to say yeong is his. (in option d, gon feels immediate heat surge through him and is served with the awakening of his life).

this of course devolves into years of mutual pining as, even when yeong comes out or doesn’t hide his preferences anymore, gon thinks yeong never feels that way for him and yeong has always felt like gon wasn’t into him and as king, nothing would ever come of his love for pyeha.

2. I think a compelling story definitely involves gon and yeong realizing their feelings and acting on them as children-- the adults around them allow it to happen up to a certain point (they’re only touchy with each other, they make it obvious each other are their favorite company, there’s a lot of talk of being together forever in the ways children do when they don’t realize life rarely works out the way it seems it should).

however, there comes a point where gon is gently urged to pull away from yeong and set boundaries because he must think of the future and bear an heir. yeong is similarly talked to, with talk of how the king is unreachable and that he is the unbreakable sword and he must accept his duty. cue years of longing and angst.

b) equally as interesting to explore would be the two of them having a fling in their late teens/early twenties and it ends amicably as they both know nothing can come of it but both are hopelessly in love and it’s another ten years before they have the courage to say the other is it for them (i’m imagining gon ruthlessly researches each man gon shows an interest in and takes delight in threatening them behind yeong’s back. yeong, for his part, can never quite hold back his sneer or annoyance when gon mentions someone who’s caught his eye-- of course, gon only does so because it makes yeong so obviously jealous.)

3 Can we PLEASE talk about the ending of the show!! seriously, it struck me in the finale but reading the fics that mention it, I just need more exploration of the fact that in the end, it is YEONG WHO SAVES GON AS A CHILD! like i wanna talk about everything that means!!!!

a) after everything, yeong is gon’s savior. he is the one gon spends a lifetime looking for. yeong is the one who protects child gon and the loop of fate and destiny is sticky enough for me to choke on. i want to see them resolve their first timeline with that of the present day. with no tae-eul in gon’s past, i want to see gon realize what’s been in front of him all along.

(I love the idea of lady noh knowing it was gon back in 1994 and if i let my flights of fancy take off, i ADORE the image of gon carrying an unconscious, injured yeong out of the Cheonjongo just to be intercepted by lady noh. lady noh gains sufficient proof of who they are (decidely not lee lim’s traitors) and that makes the scene where they let four year old yeong interrupt the mourning rites even more significant and heartbreaking.)

b) the viewer is under the impression that yeong is fatally wounded after the second time at the Cheonjongo. I want to see gon 1) find yeong and see his world shatter at the price he thinks he might have just paid to fix things with his uncle 2) stay at yeong’s side at the hospital for days if not weeks and then he is there every step of the way for physical therapy 3) seeing yeong’s own reaction to nearly being killed and the aftermath of what must be severely traumatizing.

i) with this, i love the angst fest that is yeong deciding he’s given enough to the crown and gon and that he finally needs to live his own life. maybe he takes a step back, maybe he leaves indefinitely but i would LOVE to see gon finally being forced to realize how much yeong means to him and in what ways he wants him just for, at the same instant, yeong decides he has wasted enough time on gon and he needs to leave. can you imagine how delicious the angst and emotional journey would be as they find their way back to each other. my god.

ii) i would love to see yeong to be wounded and gon to save him, in a reversal of the bodyguard/king dynamic. in the show, we get eun-sop but gosh what if yeong had been the one shot? i wanna see gon’s reaction and see yeong treated with care.

4) I love outsider POVs and would enjoy the hell out of both yeong and gon being oblivious idiots in love but we see that everyone around them has known since they met the two of them that they would end up together: from lady noh to a tutor to an ex-girlfriend of gon’s to yeong’s parents, like everyone just being completely exasperated that these two just won’t make a move!

5) there are always rumors right? well give me a fic where they both play into it actively (while staying true to their characters). gon is always touching yeong, invading his space. those small hints of smiles we see when yeong is endeared or proud of yeong. there are whole social media accounts dedicated to tracking these small moments. neither gon nor yeong acknowledge why the rumors do nothing to make them uncomfortable, that they actually like it.

jo yeong/kang sin-jae

I didn’t even know this ship was a thing until I descended into the tkem tag on ao3 but I was immediately consumed! there are so many well written fics with this pairing and I just love the potential of it-- that in the first timeline, they are both men with a lot of baggage. two imperfect men meeting each other where they are and finding solace in each other. it soothes a corner of my brain that acknowledges that i’m a grown-up and i want to see messy people deserve happy endings too.

honestly, there are some very in-depth fics and i can’t think of many things i haven’t been lucky enough to read but i had to include this ship in this list because they ruined me. utterly and completely.

1) I wanna see sinjae/hyeonmin be at yeong’s side as the heir of the jo dynasty. he can go toe to toe with anyone no matter their title or influence and seeing yeong stand next to him, proud and in love at some gala or other is utterly lovely.

2) the two of them with kids! i love that these two people, flawed and a little dark, would be such good parents and would have that soft side for their children.

3) seeing how they play with gon. gon 1) being jealous and petty as a best friend to yeong 2) gon seeing how happy they are and absolutely doting and teasing them 3) exploring sinjae and yeong navigating the fact that gon will always be a man barely half a step below sinjae (which gets messier if you add in an element where yeong and gon have actually been in a relationship or slept together before).

Misc

with either sinjae or lee gon, i also love AUs!! rainhat has a bakery au with sinjae and yeong and i adore seeing their personalities in a different setting. give me rival teachers! an au where both yeong and gon are titled and on equal ground! a coffeeshop au! i love seeing the dynamics of these men and with either relationship, it would be so fun to explore outside of canon!!

#i literally have no idea of this is comprehensible #i am in a coffee haze with gonjo and sinjo just going brrrr in my brain #i've been obsessed for a full month #i love these fisc #i love these characters and their potential #elle don't read this unless you watch the show #please if u see this and wanna talk to me about literally anything about this show or characters or relationships please do!!!!!!!#the king: eternal monarch #tkem #lee gon #jo yeong #tkem fic #fic ideas #my writing tag #lee gon x jo yeong #jo yeong x kang sin jae #i am a jo yeong stan first person second #also woo dohwan has a fucking GRIP on me

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cheesybadgers · 2 years ago

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Narcos Fic: Trigonometry (Part 3: Tangent)

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Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x Steve Murphy x Javier Peña

(Parts 1 and 2 focus on Carrillo/Murphy, but part 3 is Carrillo/Murphy/Peña)

Words: 5,883

Summary: As Carrillo and Steve deal with the morning after and are finally reunited with Javi, the trio are forced to confront what they've been trying to avoid.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Threesome (all combinations), voyeurism/exhibitionism, handjobs, blowjobs, masturbation (solo and mutual), anal fingering, unprotected anal sex, double penetration, power dynamics, praise kink, dirty talk, frottage, biting/marking, comeplay, mentions of past gunplay/knifeplay, denial of feelings, mild angst, mild jealousy, brief mentions of canon-typical violence, swearing, smoking, messy idiots with messy feelings.

Notes: Well, here we are...the final part in this hot mess of a trilogy that's definitely the filthiest thing I've written to date 👀😂 Also don't be surprised if at some point I re-visit this universe and pick up on the vague strands of plot I scattered in, but I'm not making any promises whatsoever lol. Even if I don't do that, I would like to write for this OT3 again, because they're too much fun not to!

Whilst obviously I do not own Narcos or its characters, please do not copy, re-post, or plagiarize this fic in any capacity on this or other platforms. If you wish to create any fan works inspired by it, please provide a credit or send me a message if in doubt.

Part 3: Tangent

The bedroom was still shrouded in shadows when Steve stirred, and for a moment, he thought he was in his own apartment. For an even briefer moment, he thought his arm was wrapped around Connie, but something wasn’t right with that assumption. A disconcerting realisation when he hadn’t shared a bed with anyone else for too many years to count.

The body he had his arm slung over felt too broad and solid to be Connie. He didn’t have a face full of silky blonde hair, and he couldn’t smell her shampoo. The curve of the ass his half-hard cock was currently nestled against also felt different.

Carrillo shifted too, and his eyes flickered open once he felt the mattress move behind him. It wasn’t the first time he’d woken up in this bed, not that they made a habit of sleepovers. But sometimes, it just happened. The same way all of this had just happened.

However, the arm draped over him wasn’t Javier’s, and it certainly wasn’t Juliana’s. The build of his bedfellow was taller and bulkier than either of them.

Both men seemed to become aware of their predicament simultaneously, judging by how rapidly they tensed. How had they ended up like this when they had fallen asleep on opposite sides of the bed? Yes, their feet may have been entangled when they eventually nodded off, but that was as far as it went. Or so they thought.

They lay stock still with remnants of last night’s sex clinging to their skin, one wrong move potentially fatal. The only sound cutting through the room was their uneven breathing, which gathered pace by the second.

Javi’s continued absence loomed heavy over them as they faced the reality of having to call it in if he didn’t show up in the next couple of hours. Something they refused to see as a possibility last night but now was almost inevitable.

Perhaps it was a gesture intended in the same spirit of solidarity as that offered by Carrillo. But Steve’s thumb rebelled against his brain and delicately brushed over the softness of Carrillo’s stomach, just above the waistband of his underwear. It was featherlight, barely perceptible, but there nonetheless.

Carrillo sucked in a sharp breath and held it for what must only have been a few seconds, but it stretched out longer as they remained in stasis until Steve did it again.

This time, though, as his thumb stroked back and forth, Steve whispered, “Relax,” against Carrillo’s ear, his breath and the scratch of his bristles eliciting a shudder and a sea of goosebumps.

Carrillo’s chest deflated like a balloon, and a prolonged shaky exhale followed. It didn’t matter what they got up to last night; this was something more dangerous than any weapon held to their head or throat.

As Steve’s arm pulled Carrillo closer, Carrillo shuffled back a fraction, leaving no discernible space between them.

Steve’s now fully-hard cock protruded further into the curve of Carrillo’s ass. Had it always been this firm and inviting? He suspected the answer was yes, given how his fatigues clung to his form. Not that Steve had made a point of looking, obviously. It was just…right there on display. Hardly his fault if his gaze accidentally fell in that area from time to time.

Either way, he was making the most of it, his length straining against the thin material of his underwear as he began a leisurely roll of his hips.

Not to be outdone, Carrillo met Steve’s movements with deep, measured rotations. He steered Steve’s sheathed cock towards his entrance, their underwear the only barrier left between them and a role reversal of the previous night.

Steve’s hand slid from Carrillo’s stomach to the precipice of his underwear, fingers skirting along the elastic before finally dipping beneath it and taking him in hand. He set a pace as languorous as their grinding, neither man in any hurry after last night’s tryst.

Carrillo’s head lolled back, meeting the muscle of Steve’s shoulder where kisses and nips gentler than the ones administered hours earlier were scattered across patchy stubble.

Whilst Carrillo hooked his leg over Steve, he felt fabric sliding down his thighs. Steve did the same with his own underwear, tossing both pairs to the floor.

To Steve’s surprise, Carrillo pressed straight up against him, almost as though if he thought about all of this, he would change his mind, so it was easier to keep going. To forget once again about the negative space that still existed where it shouldn’t.

As Steve teased his cock over and around Carrillo’s entrance, flashbacks of that night in the bathroom flooded his mind. When he had entered Javi like this, using Carrillo’s release to glide in. He let out a satisfied hum at the memory and the sensation of rutting against Carrillo like an animal in heat.

If they were going to go as far as it appeared, Steve would need to grab the lube sooner or later, but neither could find the will to pull apart.

As Steve’s hand reached around to Carrillo’s cock once again, Carrillo clutched Steve’s arm in frustration because he needed more.

And Steve sensed it too, a wicked thrill suddenly shooting through him. “Ask for it.”

“What?”

“I said, ask me to fuck you,” Steve repeated, his voice a smoky baritone in Carrillo’s ear.

Carrillo almost told him to go fuck himself, but then Murphy had done well when the tables were turned. “Please...” He trailed off as Steve tapped his cock against him several times.

“Please, what?” Oh, he was enjoying this far too much.

“Please…just fuck me, Steve.” It was whispered into the pillow, a desperate half-prayer, half-confession that Carrillo didn’t understand but felt compelled to utter regardless.

It wasn’t remotely what Steve was expecting to hear, and he was damn sure it wasn’t what Carrillo expected to say, either. Nor did Steve expect to have such a physical reaction to hearing it from Carrillo’s lips for possibly the first time ever, but it was too late now. Another in a long line of curious developments between them that they weren't sure what to do with.

Whilst the two of them had been caught up in their latest game, they had failed to hear the key turning in the front door lock, or the footsteps echoing through the apartment, or the creak of the bedroom door hinge.

It wasn’t until they clocked a moving shadow on the wall that they shot up and pulled apart in record quick time.

They attempted to cover themselves with the bedsheets as though that would hide the fact they had been caught in the act. But it was all too late as the negative space in the room very much became the positive.

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“Don’t stop on my account.” Javi leaned casually on the doorframe with his arms folded and an irrepressible smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “How long was I gone exactly?”

“Where the fuck have you been?” Carrillo asked. A perfectly justified deflection in the circumstances as far as he was concerned.

Of course, the relief was palpable beneath the awkwardness, but it was absolutely fucking typical Javier chose this of all moments to make an appearance.

“Surprised you noticed I was gone, to be honest. Looks like you kept yourselves…entertained in my absence.”

This was probably the least likely welcome home Javi had been expecting, yet at the same time, it made sense and explained a lot about their fractious relationship.

He was taking great delight in toying with them like this, especially given how guilty and red-faced they looked. Never mind how much of a turn-on it was to walk in on them practically fucking under his sheets.

“I swear we, er, looked everywhere for you,” Steve stuttered feebly, failing to meet Javi’s eye.

“Oh, really? And the last stop was my bed?”

Javi sauntered towards his bed, shrugging off his jacket, boots and socks and making a beeline for Steve, who happened to be nearest. And admittedly was an easier target than Carrillo.

“You not gonna tell us what happened?” Steve tried again; the concern etched into his brow.

“Plenty of time for that later.” Javi was already mouthing at Steve’s neck as he sunk down on the edge of the mattress, his disinterest in having a discussion of any kind made clear.

However, Steve put his arm out to push Javi back slightly. “Nice try, Javi.”

Javi huffed a frustrated sigh and gave Carrillo a pleading look over Steve’s shoulder. A look that Carrillo had seen countless times before, not just when used on him and Murphy but on informants, colleagues at the Embassy, and unsuspecting strangers sitting alone at bars.

And as much as Carrillo liked to think he had Javier wrapped around his little finger, saying no to those alluring chestnut eyes was becoming increasingly difficult. But not on this occasion.

“He’s right, Javier. We deserve an explanation.”

“Fine, but it’s not as dramatic as it looks. I was on my way home from work a couple of nights ago. Well, it was more like 3, 4am by the time I got here. I was reaching for my keys when Navegante showed up. I figured he had more intel for us, so I went with him. Willingly.” Javi couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head at his own foolishness.

“Nice of him to reserve the full kidnapping experience for me.” There was unsurprisingly a bitter edge to Steve’s tone, given his own ordeal in recent history.

“To cut a long story short, it was your friend, Pacho Herrera, again.”

“He’s no fuckin’ friend of mine.”

“What did he want? Did he hurt you?” Carrillo almost dared Herrera to have laid a finger on Javier just so he had an excuse to retaliate. Not that he needed one.

“No, no. I’m fine. He just wanted to talk. He had a proposal for me – for us.” Well, technically, he had two proposals, one of which was exclusively for Javi. But he thought better than to mention that now. “But I told him to go fuck himself.” The truth on both counts.

“What kind of proposal?” Carrillo persisted.

However, Javi was done answering questions for the time being. He’d given them a general overview and assured them he wasn’t hurt. The rest would have to wait.

“I’ll explain later. But for now, I think I’ve got some catching up to do.”

Javi’s attention swiftly returned to Steve, who was still looking at him with a baffled expression. Javi used the same eyes he tried on Carrillo, with the added incentive of ghosting his fingertips along any patch of bare skin that wasn’t covered by sheets.

Steve visibly shivered at the contact and closed his eyes, any notion of protesting dissipating instantly.

Javi took his cue from Steve and leaned in closer, brushing his lips and moustache across Steve’s neck, catching the unmistakable scent of Carrillo as he inhaled.

Carrillo had been stunned into silence as he watched from his side of the bed with growing interest. There was no need to verbalise what he was thinking because all three men knew full well this was exactly what he’d wanted. In fact, Javi used that knowledge and Steve’s keen interest to his full advantage.

Steve grappled with Javi’s belt and zipper, pushing skin-tight jeans down and enjoying the fact his partner made a habit of going commando. He pulled Javi closer until Javi’s weight was on top of him and their mouths locked together.

Even though they hadn’t done this much before, there was a comfortable familiarity with how their tongues circled and probed, instinct taking over as they sunk into it. Making the most of their reunion now that the immediate threat of danger had passed. Javi was safe, the warmth of his body and scuff of his facial hair against Steve’s tangible. And they had a willing audience.

Carrillo couldn’t take his eyes off them. He was enraptured, captivated, hypnotised. Observing how in sync they were with each other caused an unrecognisable ache in the pit of his stomach. Not jealousy, because Javier had returned unscathed, and that was the main thing, but something else again. Something he chose to ignore, focusing on the arousal flooding through his body instead.

Steve’s long legs found a vice-like grip around Javi, bringing him nearer and jutting their cocks together as they lifted their hips in unison.

Whilst Steve’s mouth worked over his neck, Javi turned to face Carrillo. “Tell us what you want,” he sighed as teeth scraped over exposed skin.

“I want you here whilst Murphy puts that mouth to better use.”

By here, Carrillo meant lying back against his chest. One hand cradled Javier’s head and stroked through the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. And the other roamed up and down his torso, pausing at each nipple to lightly twist and tweak. Each touch a comforting reminder he was here and this was real.

Meanwhile, Steve’s mouth was clamped around Javi’s cock, his head bobbing as saliva pooled on his tongue. He lapped at the tip again and again until it glistened and his jaw ached.

One of Javi’s hands clasped Carrillo’s whilst his other found Steve’s on the sheets, needing their grounding as much as they needed his. “Fuck,” he panted as the two men worked more like a team than rivals vying for his attention. “I’m gonna come if you both keep this up.”

Carrillo raked his fingers through Javier’s hair and hushed against his ear. “Not yet. I want you to fuck him first.”

If those words were supposed to soothe Javi, they had the opposite effect, and he was glad that Steve pulled off him before it was game over.

Javi met Steve’s eye with a silent question, and Steve’s response came loud and clear when he snaked his way back up Javi’s form, pupils wild and dilated.

“Colonel’s orders,” Steve drawled, his teeth nipping sharply at Javi’s bottom lip, pulling on it until a groan vibrated against his mouth.

Carrillo let out a low groan of his own at the extra weight pressing down on him in conjunction with the use of his title. Not to mention the devilish smirk he was convinced was thrown his way as Murphy said it. Motherfucker. Perhaps it wasn’t time to call a truce just yet.

“Swap places.”

“What?”

“You two. Swap places.”

They did as they were told, although judging from the look Steve shot Carrillo, he knew another gauntlet had been laid down, and it would have been rude of him not to oblige.

Javi reached for the lube, quickly deducing why it was displayed like evidence on the nightstand rather than in its usual place. Maybe he should get summoned by cartel kingpins more often if that was the consequence.

His gut instinct told him Carrillo had been the one fucking Steve the night before. And the thought of Javi following suit sent all his blood rushing southward, especially when mingled with memories of him receiving the same treatment.

One slicked finger followed by another gradually worked Steve over, his legs spread wide across the bed.

Steve’s abdomen contracted with each curl of a finger, his head lolling back against the solid wall of Carrillo’s chest. It should have been awkward, and maybe on some level, it still was, but he was so far gone he couldn’t bring himself to care. And apparently, neither could Carrillo.

Carrillo’s hand carded through Steve’s hair, pulling harder at the strands the more vocal Steve became. “That’s it, Murphy. You take him so well,” he praised, the delivery of Murphy emphasised to make up for his earlier faux pas.

At the same time, Javi poured more lube into his palm and took himself in hand, momentarily distracted by the sight of Carrillo mouthing his way along Steve’s neck.

Steve growled at the contact and Carrillo’s affirmation. He tipped his head back further, chasing Carrillo’s bottom lip and catching it between his teeth.

The mix of Steve’s bites and the taste of Javier lingering in his mouth was enough to make Carrillo yank Steve even closer, showing no mercy as they clashed, almost drawing blood.

Javi gawped, enthralled by the ferocity of their kisses and how they fed off each other’s provocation. It was fascinating to witness them so unfiltered and unrestrained. Two men who often didn’t see eye-to-eye yet in so many ways were two sides of the same coin.

Javi had always assumed he needed to protect Steve from the world he and Carrillo had been embroiled in for too long. But it was becoming clear that Steve could hold his own better than he had been given credit for.

He contemplated what they got up to in his absence, before and after arriving at his apartment. He believed Steve when he said they had looked everywhere for him, and he knew neither was afraid to resort to violence if necessary. In fact, they were both a little too keen to resort to it, and the notion of them going on a rampage in his honour was far more appealing than it should have been.

His mind drifted to how they had dominated him one after the other the night he had been present. And he could only imagine the push and pull between them when they were alone, the jostling for control, the power play.

But it wasn’t just that. They had obviously spent the night together. In his bed, waiting for him to come home, despite the fact Steve’s apartment was one flight of stairs away. Any mild annoyance that reared its head for missing out soon vanished because he understood. He saw the relief on their faces behind the initial embarrassment when he showed up. And if the roles were reversed, he knew damn well he would have done the same.

That confusing thought snapped his attention back to the scene in front of him and the way his hand wasn’t enough anymore.

He crawled up the bed, positioning himself over Steve and between his legs. He leaned forwards, demanding Steve’s attention which had still been on Carrillo’s mouth until Javi’s replaced it with his own.

As their lips crashed together, Steve instinctively wrapped his legs around Javi, allowing Javi to find his target.

A groan rumbled from the depths of Steve’s throat, the after-effects of Carrillo still felt, as he was penetrated for the second time in a matter of hours.

Javi’s gaze was fixed on Carrillo’s as he slid inside Steve in a steady motion, fighting the urge to close his eyes as he reached the hilt.

Carrillo tightened his grip on Steve’s hair, his cock twitching beneath them as he studied every shift of Javier’s face. Some of it was familiar, some of it might have been the change in perspective or person; he wasn't sure which. Either way, it allowed him to hone in on every expression or sound, aware of his own arousal but not to the point where he needed to do something about it. Not yet.

Javi’s pace wasn’t quite as punishing as Carrillo’s, but it was enough to make Steve lift his legs higher. And that was when he felt hands on both thighs, raising them further and securing them tightly in place.

“Look at you, Murphy. Always such a good boy taking our cocks so well.” He clenched Steve’s legs harder, red marks blooming already from the force of his hold. “Still so eager to please.”

“Shit,” Steve moaned, his face taut with pleasure at Carrillo’s filthy praise and as the new angle plunged Javi deeper. He tried to buck upwards, but the combination of Javi’s weight and Carrillo tethering him prevented it.

Javi rested his forehead against Steve’s as they gasped into each other’s mouths, a silent reassurance and understanding in place of what he couldn’t say out loud. Because so often it was the things left unsaid between them. Things that had been building a long time before it all came to a head in Carrillo’s office. Since before Connie left, probably, even if they refused to see it back then.

It wasn’t just that Steve was a married man in those days, he was Javi’s partner. The first real friend he’d made in years. If neither of them wanted to acknowledge whatever it was between them, it was because they didn’t want to fuck it up. And they had done quite enough of that already.

Carrillo tugged on Steve’s hair again, forcing his mouth away from Javi and back to his. Only this time, Javi went with them, all three men colliding in a scrum of teeth and tongue until it wasn’t clear whose was whose. Not that it mattered anymore.

Javi was the first to break apart, panting hard, with a sheen of sweat flushing his skin as he looked from Steve to Carrillo with an unreadable expression.

“What is it?” Carrillo asked.

“I – I want…fuck.”

“Use your words, Javier.”

“I want you both to fuck me. At the same time.”

The only sound in the room was heavy breathing and their own heartbeats thrumming in their ears and chests. If any of them had doubts, now was the time to express them. But they didn’t and instead silently nodded at each other in turn.

“Okay, I want you to ride me,” Carrillo instructed Javier. “Murphy, you get behind him.”

They both got the gist of where this was going and took their places, Javi throwing the bottle of lube to Steve as he went.

Steve caught it with a smirk, understanding his mission as he drizzled a generous amount onto his fingers.

Meanwhile, Javi straddled Carrillo and seized their cocks in a firm grasp. He stroked and tugged, jerking them both off as he leaned forward, his moustache prickling over hot skin, their mouths meeting greedily.

Carrillo snarled and hissed through his teeth, his hands roaming over Javier’s shoulders and back, sliding down to his ass and squeezing. As their tongues danced and explored, Carrillo spread Javier’s cheeks apart, teasing up and down until a moan reverberated through Javier’s chest.

Steve added a slicked finger, continuing what Carrillo had started and nudging against Javi’s hole. He eased inside passed the knuckle and halted, using his free hand to run soothingly along Javi’s back.

“Please…I need more,” Javi whimpered as Carrillo’s finger rubbed over his perineum.

“Mine or his?” Carrillo rasped as he mouthed along Javier’s neck and his finger made contact with Steve’s.

“Fuck…yours.”

Steve dispensed lube into Carrillo’s waiting palm before their fingers converged, moving in and out of Javi as one and coordinating their rhythm.

All Javi could do was ride the waves of pleasure. His nails grazed across Carrillo’s torso as he alternated between grinding backwards and downwards.

After another deep roll of the hips, Carrillo snapped and withdrew his finger, followed by Steve’s.

Sensing what was about to happen, Steve moved from behind Javi to the side of Carrillo. This time, he poured lube into his own hand and enveloped Carrillo’s cock without hesitation. It wasn’t a gentle touch, but Steve knew Carrillo liked it rough.

Carrillo grunted as though he’d been winded, his gaze boring into Steve’s as no doubt the same snapshots from the previous night danced through their minds.

Before he could think about what he was doing, Steve raised himself up on his knees by Carrillo’s head, his cock millimetres from Carrillo’s face. “Think you can handle us both at once, Colonel?”

There was an instant look of recognition in Carrillo’s eyes followed by the beginnings of a smirk. Touché. “Try me.” Two can play at that game.

And with that, Steve pressed forwards into Carrillo’s waiting mouth as Javi sunk down on Carrillo’s cock.

With his eyes closed and pouted lips parted, Javi lifted and lowered his hips several times and felt the familiar grip that always guided and anchored. A grip that knew his body as well as Carrillo knew the streets of Medellín.

It wasn’t just their physical connection, though. They had built mutual respect and trust over the years and often shared a silent understanding where words were unnecessary. And the fact that Steve’s arrival in Colombia caused ructions from all angles should have told them their intimacy ran far deeper than they cared to admit.

As Carrillo took Steve further into his throat the same way he had sucked on the barrel of Steve’s gun hours earlier, he fought the urge to thrust upwards. But the sensation of Javier bouncing on his cock was too delicious to interrupt, especially when combined with Steve’s hand holding his head in place. So, Carrillo aided Javier’s motions instead, pushing him up and down, the repetitive slapping sound spurring them on.

There was no denying this was a power trip for Steve. To see Carrillo’s lips clamped around him. To see the strain in Carrillo’s neck and jaw muscles as he created the perfect amount of suction. To see his eyes watering when Steve propelled forwards, scraping his fingers along Carrillo’s scalp in the ultimate role reversal to that first night. To know that if Javi hadn’t interrupted them, Steve would have fucked him just like this. Much like their unorthodox use of weapons, there was no denying it was all borne out of a newfound sense of trust.

Once again, it was too much, and Steve withdrew before he reached the point of no return. He resumed his place behind Javi, kissing along his neck, shoulders and back. He dropped his hand between Javi’s legs to feel where he and Carrillo joined.

“You ready for more?” Steve purred against the saltiness of Javi’s sweat-tinged skin.

“Fuck, yes. Cutting it fine though, aren’t you? Thought you were gonna finish without me.”

“Good things come to those who wait, y’know,” Steve teased as he slathered lube on himself, mixing it together with Carrillo’s saliva and his own precum.

“You really need to work on your dirty talk, Murphy.”

No sooner had Javi uttered that jibe than Steve nudged himself at Javi’s occupied hole, bumping up against Carrillo’s cock. He looked down, entranced and, if he was honest, slightly intimidated by what he was about to do.

They took it slow, checking in with Javi several times, encouraged by the sounds they jointly made when Steve gingerly pressed forwards, inch by inch, until his and Carrillo’s cocks sat alongside each other.

Carrillo raised his hips to meet Steve, finally getting to fuck Javier the way he had restrained himself from doing earlier, although this was worth the wait.

A symphony of moans and gasps filled the room as they surrendered to an abundance of new sensations. The throbbing of Steve’s and Carrillo’s cocks spread through their trembling bodies, amplified by every movement, no matter how minute or subtle. The aroma of sweat dizzied and overwhelmed their senses, the friction of skin on skin firing intense shockwaves along synapses they didn’t know existed.

Javi couldn’t think straight. Couldn’t think at all. Couldn’t believe this was what it had taken for them to learn to share. Ironically, he imagined this was what a drug trip felt like. Only this had to be better because surely nothing on earth could feel as fucking good as this. He’d never felt so full up in his life. Never felt so surrounded, secure or…taken care of.

He quickly overrode that realisation by gyrating downwards then backwards, sparking a chain reaction that spread through all three of them like wildfire.

Steve and Carrillo held still inside Javi, basking in being connected this way after so much worry and uncertainty, now that their combined, intertwined form was the positive space in the room. Now that all three sides of their unconventional triangle had finally slotted together.

Javi could feel his orgasm building with each pulse against his prostate. One hand reached behind him for whichever part of Steve he could find whilst the other clawed at Carrillo’s chest. Anything to ground himself.

Carrillo read the tell-tale signs and sat up so that Javier was more in his lap with Steve still attached. His mouth met Javier’s in a desperate frenzy before leaning over Javier’s shoulder to give Steve the same treatment.

Steve repeated the action with Javi as his head turned, all three mouths fusing at an awkward angle, allowing them to savour the intoxicating taste of each other.

With Carrillo at his front and Steve at his back whispering encouragement in his ears between fervent kisses, Javi succumbed with a strangled cry. He spasmed violently in both men's hold, their clammy skin pressed to his as he spurted ropes of hot cum across Carrillo’s torso.

As Javi saw stars, Steve trailed his fingers through the sticky mess splashed over Carrillo, replicating the same path he took with his gun. He brought his slicked fingers to Carrillo’s lips, painting each one in turn.

Carrillo slowly licked his lips and took Steve’s fingers into his mouth, convinced he could still taste the metallic tang of the gun as much as he could taste Javier. Both men recognised the parallels, their shared secret pushing them over the edge.

Almost in tandem, they emptied themselves deep inside Javi with a chorus of growls and grunts. Their teeth sunk into either side of Javi’s shoulder, their seed interchangeable as it trickled down his thighs, leaving their mark in more ways than one. Proof that he was here with them, alive and well.

Their tangled and exhausted triad collapsed against each other as they caught their breath. No one sure whose limbs belonged to who as they unconsciously traced patterns with fingers and lips over hypersensitive skin. No one sure what they had done or what any of it meant. But it had happened nonetheless.

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Once they had broken apart and cleaned themselves up, they lay against Javier’s headboard, the sheets covering their lower halves as they passed a cigarette between them.

No one wanted to be the first to speak, preferring to hide behind the safety net of the cigarette. If any of them were to say anything, it certainly wasn’t going to be about what had just happened.

“So, this proposal, then?” Of course, Carrillo was the one to break the silence with a question he was still waiting on an answer for. And, of course, it was going to be about work because at least that was safe ground.

Javi took his time exhaling a cloud of smoke, less than thrilled they were returning to this subject whilst he was still indulging in his afterglow. But it was an improvement on the alternative.

“Apparently, other parties are getting impatient. They want Pablo gone.”

Steve scoffed and took a drag on the cigarette Javi had passed to him. “Well, they can join the fuckin’ queue.”

“Which parties?”

“I dunno, Herrera didn’t say. I assume Cali, though. Whoever’s left in Medellín. Probably others. It’s not like Escobar’s short of enemies. And it seems they’re willing to put their differences aside to get rid of him.”

“So, what they want with you, Javi?”

“They want yours and our intel to do it,” Carrillo supplied with a hollow laugh before Javi could answer.

“Bingo. Although…that’s not all of it.”

“Go on.”

“They want to run joint ops with Search Bloc,” Javi told Carrillo, although he couldn’t quite meet his eye. “They know you’ve lost a lot of men, so you need the extra numbers. But they also know you’ve got expertise they don’t. I think Pacho thought I’d put in a good word for them.”

“Jesus Christ. Are these guys fuckin’ serious?”

“Well, that’s why I told them to go fuck themselves.”

It was Carrillo’s turn to draw on their cigarette, and he was in no hurry to pass it on again. The cogs were turning in his brain, assessing Javier’s information from every possible angle. Analysing the pros and cons but drawing a blank on a conclusion with the limited knowledge available to him.

“I’d need to know exactly who I was dealing with before I made a decision.”

Both pairs of eyes shot across to Carrillo as though he had lost his mind.

“You’re not seriously considering it?” Javier asked.

“I’m not saying yes or no yet. I’d just like to know all the facts first.”

“I can do a bit of digging. Ask around my informants.”

Carrillo nodded as he finally gave the cigarette back to Javier. “Just be careful. We don’t know who knows what about these…vigilantes.”

Steve had gone very quiet, almost feeling like he was intruding on something. Something that had been impenetrable to him ever since he arrived in Colombia. He couldn’t bring himself to ask where he fit into all of this, fearing he already knew the answer.

“Steve, I need you to liaise with Centra Spike. See what they know about Pacho Herrera’s current location.”

For Steve, hearing Carrillo say his name when they weren’t possessed by primal instincts felt like Carrillo must have been addressing someone else.

But Carrillo was looking expectantly at him, and Javi was holding the cigarette out, waiting for him to take it.

“Oh, er, yeah. ‘Course. First thing tomorrow.” Steve could feel the word Horacio on the tip of his tongue, but he wasn't brave enough to follow through. Not yet.

But he accepted Javi’s offer, their fingers brushing together and almost making Steve lose his train of thought as the cigarette exchanged hands. “Can I ask why, though?”

“Because you and I are gonna pay him a visit.”

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Once their cigarette was stubbed out, they settled down in Javi’s bed – or was it theirs, now? – surrounded by darkness and trepidatious questions they weren’t ready to ask or answer yet.

It wasn’t that the negative space ceased to exist, but it had changed. It was no longer the absence of Javi or the denial of attraction. Or the refusal to acknowledge the significant-yet-undefined bond between the three of them, but plenty was still left unaddressed and unspoken.

Because without meaning to, they had transformed into something else again. Something in equilibrium. A triumvirate that was just as potentially devastating and complicated and dangerous as before, but different nonetheless.

They dozed on and off in their spent and hazy states, Carrillo moulded to Javi’s back, and Javi pressed tightly up against Steve’s, their legs an entwined mishmash beneath the sheets.

They knew it couldn’t and wouldn’t always be like this. That their arrangement probably had an expiration date somewhere down the line. That they had opened Pandora’s Box by giving into temptation once again. That any potential encounters in the future would be impossible to resist. That whatever they were about to involve themselves in with Pacho Herrera would no doubt have consequences.

But this was what they signed up for; they did whatever it took and the ends justified the means. They had aways bypassed any out they had given each other at every step of the way. Because that was the deal when you went all in.