An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: BioShock Infinite
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Robert Lutece/Rosalind Lutece
Characters: Rosalind Lutece, Robert Lutece
Additional Tags: Period-Typical Sexism, Flirting, Fluff, Secret Relationship, banter without plot, unsure how to rate this one — it’s just flirting but it’s not subtle
Summary:
A bachelor and a spinster attract different types of gossip. In the case of R. Lutece, neither could be farther from the truth.
accidentally got into Arthur Conan Doyle era Holmes/Watson slash and I'm not saying that everything is the Luteces but it's not not the Luteces
they exist on a scale of Holmes - getting caught up on a "case" and not taking care of themself - to Watson - making sure the other one eats and sleeps while the case is solved. Rosalind is usually more Holmes and Robert more Watson but not always. When they're both in Holmes mode, they make tons of progress but stay up till 4am, working and bickering, until they have to go and break the tension with energetic sex, and if they're both being more Watson, they take long walks around Columbia and come home, all tactile and soft
oh oh and Rosalind could have read Sherlock Holmes short stories to Robert when he was recovering...
it really is a testament to how bad Bioshock Infinite’s story was that my feed isn’t clogged with hornyposting about the Luteces. married couple who pretends to be brother and sister while actually being alternate universe versions of the same person. girlboss scientist and her boywife assistant. dress like the Doctor while acting out Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead bits in public. you fuckers would eat that up, but they’re stuck in the “there are two sides to racism” game
What do you mean my last art post was a year ago??????!
Anyway at least 6 months of my life were stolen from me due to a family related emergency and after that came a busy work summer but hopefully I can fill the rest of the year with more art of the babies TwT just... no more near deaths of loved ones please...
So uh have a random 3am doodle because I decided to draw them or else I'd explode...
hi we're in a heatwave where I live so have the longest piece of writing I've done in years, it's silly but cute??
A bead of sweat ran down Robert's forehead.
"Can't you get Comstock to move the blasted city somewhere cooler?"
"And why should I get any say in where the city goes, brother? I only put it in the air in the first place." She dragged the back of her hand across her own forehead, dislodging the hair that had stuck to it, and stared at the blackboard in front of them. She hummed in displeasure at one particular number and drew a resolute minus sign in front of it.
"That's not right," said Robert who had written the number in the first place.
"It wasn't right. It is now," she said. He rubbed the offending minus sign out with his finger.
"Robert!" She drew it back on the board.
"It is not minus one."
"It is!"
"It isn't!
"It i- Robert I do not wish to argue with you."
"Well now I know that something really must be wrong."
She huffed and snapped the piece of chalk between her fingers.
"Yes. Something is wrong. It is too hot." She stuck out her lower lip and blew straight upwards, puffing an offending curl back into place.
"That we don't need to argue about," said her brother, taking the pieces of chalk from her before she could grind them to dust. "Although you're not even in a jacket, and here I am in jacket, and vest, and tie."
"Do you know how many layers of underwear I am wearing?"
"Intimately, dear sister. But don't feel you have to keep wearing it on my account." He leaned in slowly, leaving plenty of space between them and kissed her gently on the cheek. When he straightened up, the slightest hint of a smile was playing at the corners of his double's mouth.
"Better?" he asked.
"I do not cope well in the heat."
"With our colouring? I should think not." Robert loosened his tie.
"You had better not be making overtures, brother."
"I mean this with all the affection and esteem in the world," Robert, took off his jacket and laid it carefully over the back of the chair, "good god no." Rosalind smirked at him. "Look, we would be mad to turn the device on today -"
"- the heat from the generators, we'd spontaneously combust -"
"- and no one in their right mind will be leaving their homes to interrupt us -" he began to unbutton his cuffs.
"- bold of you to assume that anyone in Columbia is in their right mind -" She moved her fingers to the delicate buttons of her shirt.
"- so we may as well live what I had heretofore not realised was a lifelong dream of mine. To drink lemonade and do theoretical physics in our underwear."
They had undressed together many times but never perhaps with such sheer relief. Robert pulled off his shoes and socks as Rosalind stepped out of her skirt and petticoat in one go . Even in the sweltering heat, he could enjoy the sight of her, all lacy frills and corsetry.
"Is the corset staying on?" he asked, his eyes following the curve of her waist.
"Whatever it does, it will be entirely for my benefit."
"Which is, you may recall, also my benefit."
She rolled her eyes at him and unclipped her stockings. "Are you stopping there?" Robert had shed his waistcoat and shirt and stood in his undershirt, trousers and braces. He put his hands in his pockets in a knowingly nonchalant gesture.
"You have previously remarked that you find the sight of me at this stage of undressing alluring. And you know how I like to look my best."
"You're ridiculous."
"Yes, we are." He moved closer to her this time, placing his lips on hers, feeling her relax under his kiss. He stepped back, and something caught his eye on the blackboard.
Hello! Just wanted to say I'm extremely happy to have found your blog. I've loved these two since 2013 and believed their fandom to be completely inexistent by now.
I look fowards to seeing what you post about them, have a nice day ❤️
Thank you to anonymous for this, I am so glad to be carrying the torch for this quiet quiet fandom. Accidentally haven't actually written about the babes all year - have grand plans for that to change.
R. Lutece are currently on the beach, enjoying an ice cream. They're sitting under a huge parasol because they burn easily (and can hold hands secretly under it.)
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