“Stop being a fucking prick.” + John & Austin
Hello! 👋 Thank you SO SO much for this ask! This is very *them* and it was so much fun to write, and I can't wait to flesh it out into a oneshot, and possibly keep it for Propitiator! 😍
So excited to share a little bit more about the boys, it was difficult to pare it all down to five sentences, but here we are! Thank goodness I'm comfortable with run-on sentences!
Prompts from this post.
“Stop being a fucking prick,” Austin growls, John smiling as if he’s been handed a confession instead of an insult, gaze lingering on him in a way that never means anything good. “I don’t think you want that,” he says, low and certain, the way he always used to right before Austin let him do something he couldn’t take back. He had followed him into the dark just to prove he wasn’t afraid of it, and the smug bastard made sure that was all there ever was. Austin should move, should shove him off, should remember which side of this he’s supposed to be on now, but he doesn’t, caught between the man in front of him and the version of himself that learned how to survive by saying yes, and now here they are again - years later, the badge and the god complex, standing in the wreckage of every version of themselves that might have been better, every boundary he ever drew with John nothing more than something he leaned against. “Say it again,” John presses, closer this time, “and mean it,” like he hasn’t spent years trying to, like he hasn’t already proven, over and over, that he never does.
