Nov 25, 2025
Which Could Mean Nothing
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Which Could Mean Nothing
carterlucy/carcy… melangdon/kingdon.. that’s my shit right there 🚬
like lucy by serenfire | chapter 1 of 6
ER (1994) | Abby Lockhart/John Carter/Lucy Knight | 5,786 words | E
“Okay.” Carter starts to pace back and forth in front of the bed. “So. You’re fucking Abby.” Lucy snorts. “Genius.” Carter primly brandishes his middle finger and tries to slow his heart rate down to a cool 120. “Well, so, uh. Why? Is it because of me?” Lucy’s jaw hits her chest. “Is it…John Truman Carter, what the fuck are you talking about?”
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i love them your honor. they may hate each other but i love them
like lucy by serenfire | chapter 3 of 6
ER (1994) | Abby Lockhart/John Carter/Lucy Knight | 6,096 words | E
“Okay.” Carter starts to pace back and forth in front of the bed. “So. You’re fucking Abby.” Lucy snorts. “Genius.” Carter primly brandishes his middle finger and tries to slow his heart rate down to a cool 120. “Well, so, uh. Why? Is it because of me?” Lucy’s jaw hits her chest. “Is it…John Truman Carter, what the fuck are you talking about?”
chapter 3 summary
Lucy studies him, cocks her head to one side like she just happens to be naked and spread on top of ruched sheets for this conversation. “You wanna play Abby?” she asks. Heady. Breathless. That half-grin at him, showing her teeth like a shark. “That’s how you want to play it?” Heat gels in his gut. “I do,” says Carter. “I want to.”
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just keep going by serenfire
ER (1994) | John Carter/Lucy Knight | 9,358 words | E
Still: she does need to correct him on one point. “So that’s, uh, sweat.” Carter hums a nuh-uh noise against her. Really? He’s trying to communicate with her, right now? When he’s…like this? “I was,” Lucy’s voice wavers, “doing Pilates before I kicked you. For like fifteen minutes. And—” there can’t possibly be this much micromanagement during sex— “so sorry, but can you move your nose out of my asshole?"
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like lucy by serenfire | chapter 2 of 6
ER (1994) | Abby Lockhart/John Carter/Lucy Knight | 3,965 words | E
“Okay.” Carter starts to pace back and forth in front of the bed. “So. You’re fucking Abby.” Lucy snorts. “Genius.” Carter primly brandishes his middle finger and tries to slow his heart rate down to a cool 120. “Well, so, uh. Why? Is it because of me?” Lucy’s jaw hits her chest. “Is it…John Truman Carter, what the fuck are you talking about?”
chapter 2 summary
Just put Carter out of his misery. Just box him up and ship him six feet under. He’s done. He’s lived a good life. He can’t keep taking Abby and Lucy teasing him. Because that’s what this entire dinner conversation has been.
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working on the abbycarterlucy carcy chapter today
side note but are there any good substitutes for “waggling one’s eyebrows” or am i doomed to show that these two are having fun with a verifiable symphony of eyebrow motions