#fic: devotion

[toxotesjc]

fic: Devotion

hrpf, willmack, rated E.

Leno's laughing when he shows Will the video. (Some things are so awful you don't even think to fear them.)

The first of 5 chapters is up! Featuring angst and internalized homophobia and shame (par for the course with me), but also a great deal of love.

read on ao3

[avicinda]

Devotion - Chapter 3

(that's it that's the chapter summary)

Pre-Canon. Avicinda/Chigda. 9457 words.

Warning for violence and the desecration of a corpse.

Rating of this fic has been bumped up to M as of this chapter. We also lost the planned chapter number. Yeah. Wishing One send help.

Note Deida and Ceruda are not meant to be OCs. Velbo and Iphinada are OCs however.

Read on AO3. | First Chapter.

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Last Line Game

Thanks for the tag @stonedregulus! 💖💛 I'm always a bit nervous sharing in-progress stuff, but I could use the motivation to actually get some work done, so maybe this will help! 😅 If you know what this is...you know 👀 (Also I'm only mostly sure this is what I last wrote...it's been a while!)

“Have you nothing better to do than seek out trouble?” 

Green eyes are on him. They never leave. What is the boy after, truly? Another tally mark for his bedpost? Why not lure prettier prey, then? Blaise, or Draco. 

“Isn’t that why you’re here? Sir?” The boy lifts a mocking brow. 

Trouble. 

The doors open. Severus chances a look at Potter’s lips. How pink and plush they are. He imagines biting into them. Imagines sucking on the tongue that slips out and slides across them. “Arrogant as ever, Potter.” 

It is petty, perhaps, to magically bind Harry to the railing as he himself steps off of the lift. Petty, perhaps. Sensible, most certainly. 

No pressure tagging: @perverse-idyll, @lizzy0305, @fleetingdesires, @broomsticks and anyone else who may want to play!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian

Prompt: Gift/Memories/Past

Oneshot: 13.6k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Relationships: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan

Characters: Zhao Yunlan, Shen Wei, Da Qing

Additional Tags:  Ye Olde Haixing Era, Fluff, Misunderstandings, Oblivious!Zhao Yunlan, Courtship, Gift Giving, Getting Together, Possessive Behavior, Pining, Smut, First Time, Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies, Canon Divergence

Summary:

Ten thousand years in the distant past, Zhao Yunlan unknowingly begins to court a young Shen Wei.

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Cut scene-- Devotion Ch5

So I'm editing/finishing up Devotion, and this scene had to go to make room for other, more plot relevant scenes. It's fairly tame, but I do enjoy the old man I threw in there.

Four hours into the flight, Will gets up to go to the bathroom. When he comes back, an old man is leaning over his empty seat, speaking to Mack. Will isn’t sure what’s being said, but he knows what kind of opinions a man who looks like that is likely to have. He rushes over.

“What’s up?” he asks, faux-casual.

Mack looks up and past the old man. His expression isn’t trapped or distressed: there’s no sign he’s upset. Will still rolls his shoulders back and prepares for a battle.

“This is Roy,” Mack says. “He’s a fan.”

“Nice.”

“I was hoping to say hi,” Roy says. He’s holding a crumpled baseball hat in one hand. “I was wondering if it was you two when I was boarding… my grandkids are never gonna believe me.”

“You want a selfie?” Mack offers, and his media face slides down over his smile like oil over water.

“I’d love one,” Roy says, fumbling with his phone. When he holds it up, the camera’s facing the wrong way, and Will sighs internally.

“I think you’ve gotta turn the camera around, sir,” Mack says politely. “Hey, Will, get in here.” He pats Will’s seat.

“Oh,” Will says.

“Get in here,” Mack repeats, smiling his carefully-curated media smile. And– yeah, this is probably a good thing, right? Making a good impression? Rem

Will gets in there. Roy holds up the camera, his thumb over the lens. Mack reaches forward and pinches the spare flesh on Will’s hip. Help him out, Will knows he’s saying.

“Here,” Will says politely, stands, and takes Roy’s phone. “Let me.”

When the selfie’s been taken, he hands the phone back. Roy zooms in on each of their faces, one after the other.

“Thanks,” he says, and sticks his hand out for Mack and Will to shake in turn. “Like I say, my grandkids are just gonna lose their minds.”

“No problem,” Mack says, and opens his mouth like he’s going to go on.

“No problem,” Will cuts him off, and pointedly starts scrolling through his phone. 

“Well, I’ll let you go, boys,” Roy says, taking the hint. He turns and starts walking up the aisle to the bathroom.

Will leans towards Mack, deliberately putting his back to the aisle. He doesn’t want anyone else to recognize them.

Mercifully, no one does, and they touch down undisturbed on the tarmac at Boston Logan. Their seats at the front of the plane let them exit first, and they make their way through the terminals to the exit walking quickly. Will only realizes when they reach the stairs down to the baggage claim that they’ve been taking strides in sync: right foot-left foot falling together like soldiers. 

Mack is antsy at the baggage claim, shifting from one foot to the other with a speed that almost makes him look like he’s hopping. 

“How long do you think it’ll be?” he says when Will asks. Will leans against him, presses their bodies together from shoulder to knee. He can feel Mack’s phone buzzing against his thigh.

“I don’t know,” Will says, and “I don’t know,” when Mack asks again, and then “Probably like five more minutes,” when the other passengers from their flight have caught up with them and Mack asks a third time. Across the baggage carousel, Roy nods at them: Will nods back, but Mack– who certainly saw it– doesn’t react.

Finally, the carousel begins to move. Mack’s bag is among the first out, and Mack drags it off the belt with two hands. He practically sprints out the sliding glass door, leaving Will to grab both their carry-ons and follow him.

Mack is shifty on the bus to the parking garage, too, glaring out the window and at the other passengers and even at Will. Will reaches up to his throat for reassurance and finds nothing.

“Are you– are you okay?” he asks, and Mack nods curtly.

“I’ll be good once it’s just us again. Once we get out of here.”

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What are you planning to write next?

Somehow I totally missed this, oops! I’m currently 8k into something new, although I also have a thing percolating about an ice rink that eats people.

Anyway, the concept: Willmack get outed in one of the most humiliating ways possible. Then Will has to choose between Mack and himself. Guess who he chooses?

And then he wakes, and shame overwhelms him again.

He gets in his car as the sky starts to shade toward lightness, and he’s at the church in town before the sun has fully cleared the horizon. The doors are locked, when he tries them– morning Mass isn’t till 7:30, says the schedule on the door– so he goes back to his car and waits, turning his keys over and over in his hands.

He thinks about Mack as he sits there in the parking lot, the faint cries of gulls just audible through his closed windows. He remembers what feels like hundreds of nights spent with Mack, so close it was like they were melding into one creature, his hands all over his skin.

The thing about Mack– about how he makes Will feel– is that he’s never felt that way for anyone else. Thinking of him floods him with warmth, even filtered through the intense fear and guilt he associates now with Mack.

[toxotesjc]

your devotion fic is SO GOOD. thank you so much for writing it! I hope you update soon :)

thank you so much!

the good news is that I am currently finishing up the latest chapter, and it will be up (hopefully) tonight or (latest) tomorrow!

[avicinda]

Liroda is fairly easy to overlook in the story of Kuroda's family but. I'm giving him...a big role to play in Devotion 😏