kris letang/evgeni malkin • M • 4.7k written for @ficwip5k 2025
The tip of the scissors bit into Zhenya's throat, digging a little deeper with each breath. Kris sat on his chest, large thighs bracketing Zhenya's shoulders, dark hair spilling across his face like a curtain, shoulders shaking with each inhale. His fingers flexed around the rings, contemplating. Kris' haggard breathing filled the rehearsal hall. Palais Garnier had never been so quiet, each sound echoing off its large, historical walls. Truthfully, Zhenya wasn't supposed to be here. Yet again, neither was Kris. or; Kris has always been the Nutcracker. Geno has always been the Rat King. This was how it was always supposed to be.
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