[Wants-ler]
I've seen bitches come
And I've seen 'em go
But there's one thing that I know
You gotta give my Daddy
What he wants
Or you'll wind up back in Greenville, Seusslandia!
[Gent]
Uhh, Thneedville, Mister Wants-ler.
[Wants-ler]
Whatever!
He likes it big!
He likes it loud!
Maybe a little bit kinky sometimes...
Mr. Once-ler, listen to me
You don't hafta be good
But you had better be...
BIG AND LOUD!!
Big and Loud!!
Gonna make your Daddy proud!
Make it Big!And...LOUD!!
Okay, I was just looking through my old documents, and ooooh gosh, I have so many unfinished stories gathering dust it's ridiculous. Most of them are really random moments from the Once-ler's childhood, but I have some random ask blog fics sitting here, too. I have this really weird Inkler fic that I started like....geez, it must have been last June. 0_0 But it's the closest to being done, so I'll try and finish it. :) I also have...steamler, gentlepimp/gentlewant, normaler, platonic oncest, random old onceler, random greedy once-ler....and some inkbow that kind of made me cringe in guilt when I saw it. And now I feel guilty for even mentioning it.... Oh yeah, and some light-hearted swoncest. Uh, but really there's not much here that's salvageable.
Uh, so yeah, Ink, you might be getting a 4 month-old expired fic at some point. :D It's weird and different and I'm kind of looking at it right now like "Holy cow why would anyone even attempt to write something like this?" but it's just sitting there gathering dust, so why not? 8)
A Gentlewant collaboration fanfiction between italiansheepies23 and yours truly~ It was my first time role playing on Skype.
Warning: It's gentlewant so it probably involves rape. NSFW. Angst. Et cetera, et cetera.
Since the break down of Pimp’s brothel, things had been rather quiet and lonely for Wants-ler. He lived by himself in a small flat and the few visitors he had weren’t around for very long. He lived in a constant state of pain, hate and obsession. Today shouldn’t have been any different from the rest, except for an unexpected phone call from daddy. Apparently he was trying to clean out his place and turn it into a more respectable home. Seeing as it had been the living place of the bitches for quite some time they were expected to help clean. This both delighted and horrified Wants, if he had to be in the same room as the Gentleman he was probably going to snap.
Regardless of the pain he was sure this visit would bring he pulled on some clothes and skipped happily over to the place he used to call home. He knocked at the door and was humming some eerie melody when the door was opened by the very man he had been thinking of every moment of his life. No sooner had the door opened he had latched himself onto the man and snuggled his face up against his chest. "Daddy daddy, oh daddy I've missed you so much! Have you missed me daddy?" he rambled off. There was a low growl as he was shoved off and sent stumbling backwards. "You're here to clean Wants-ler," he said strictly. Wants-ler's eyes panned down and he gave a small nod. "Yes daddy..." His ears perked up suddenly to the sound of squealing steam from the kitchen and the sound of china clicking together. His eyes narrowed to slits, knowing the only person who used the damned tea kettle.
"The tea's ready", Gentleman chimed." He walked out of the kitchen with a tray of cups and the kettle. "It's earl grey, I hope that's ok." Gent chuckle, "Oh dear, forgive me. That rhymed." He saw Mister Once-ler and Wants-ler at the door. "Good Morning, Mister Wantsler." He smiled.
Pimp smiled and gladly took a cup and thanked Gent for the tea. Wants was doing his very best not to lunge out and make that stupid face cry. He made a soft hissing noise that was only loud enough for Pimp to register and got him a small, but forceful nudge. "Be polite..." Pimp said, and the glare he got was enough to put Wants in his place... at least momentarily and for the sake of not upsetting him. "Good Morning Gent~" he chimed back, a large fained smile across his face that he had practiced.
The Gentleman smiled radiantly. "How delightful it is to have you join us. I trust that you were very busy and I apologize for taking time out of your schedule." "Babe, don't put this on yourself." Pimp interrupted, "I'm the one who called them to help." "But I-" Gent stop, finding it pointless to argue, "I suppose the job could be done faster if we work together. Isn't that right, Mister Wantsler?"
Wants twitches at the pet name but continues to smile as if everything was peachy. He gives a nod at Gent's comment and feels his fists clentching behind his back. "Don't you worry Gent I have lots of time now and I'm more than happy to help. I'm sure that we're both going to have lots of fun together," he said happily, at least that's what he was trying to seem like. His mind twisted with ideas, anything to get him closer to daddy, anything to make him love him again. He lept forward and nuzzled himself against Gent. "I want us to be really good friends"
Gents face lit up. His heart pounded faster as he wrapped his arms around Wants-ler. Wants-ler wanted to be friends with him too! He looked to Mister Once-ler with excitement in his eyes. And Pimp returned with a worried gaze which puzzled the Gentleman.
He had heard stories and had even witnessed the changes in Wants-ler's personality. But he didn't believe it. Surely, there was more to Wants-ler than that. The Gentleman truly believed this.
Wants giggled a little as Gent hugged him back. Of course he was such a silly stupid trusting person. All Wants-ler needed now was to get Pimp to trust him enough to leave them alone... but how to get them alone? "What do we need to work on first daddy?" he asked cheerfully. "Mostly the basement, all of your old rooms need to be remodled." Wants hold on Gent tightened ever so slightly and he could have shouted. How dare daddy get rid of his room... "Will you help me Gent? Pretty please~"
The Gentleman was shocked. Wants-ler wanted his help? "Why of cour-" Pimp placed a hand on Gent's shoulder. "Babe, I think I'd rather have you stay with me." The Gentleman brushed the hand away. "Oh poppycock, you can take care of yourself." Pimp's voice was low under his breath "That is beyond the point, I don't want you to be alone with him." "Don't worry." Gent smiled to Wants-ler, "I trust him."
Wants backed off a little as the two of them talked and smiled sweetly up at them. Of course daddy didn't trust him, but that would change. If he behaved well enough for a while.. worked up Daddy's trust with him... then he could get Gent alone for the time he needed. He would even wait days if he had to.
"We could have Crudler join us."
Pimp growled. "I wish you weren't so.. trusting..." Gent gazed up to Mister Once-ler with bright blue eyes. They stared at each other for a moment until they were interrupted by Wants-ler's suggestion.
Pimp's head jerked toward Wants-ler's direction. Crud-ler was a wild card, but Pimp trusted the greed-ler more than he trusted Wants. Gent cupped Mister Once-ler's face in his hands, turning his head to look at him. "You don't have to trust, Mister Wants-ler. Just trust me." Pimp hesitated, but eventually nodded. He brought the Gentleman closer to him into an embrace. Gent stepped away from the kiss soon after, recalling that they were in Wants-ler's presence. He cleared his throat and walked toward Wants-ler, "Shall we go?"
Wants watched and waited for them to come to a decision. His whole body tensed as the two kissed and it took every ounce of control not to rip them apart from each other. He was practically shaking from having to watch. "Yeah I'll show you my old room," he said with a cute smile and took Gent's hand. He held it a little too tightly as he pulled the man into the basement, a place he probably hadn't been often because it's main purpose was for the activities Pimp had indulged in with the bitches. Wants had no idea what it would be turned into, but the idea of all the memories being erased was painful... like the cut from a blade... or an axe.
Gent followed Wants-ler to the basement. He could feel the tight grip on his hand. It did hurt, but he couldn't complain. He wouldn't. He was a gentleman.
He slowed his pace. "Where is Mister Greed-ler?"
"Greedy?" Wants called. Crudler emerged from the bedroom they used to share. Wants clung onto him and looked up at him mischievously. "You can go in my bedroom Gent, I have to ask Greedy something~" he said with a giggle and waited until the Gentleman was out of earshot. "Greedy~ I have a big favor to ask. Gent really wants some icecream but we're all out and he's too shy to ask daddy, isn't that silly? Will you ask him to go to the store and get some? For some reason daddy doesn't trust me with other people's food" he giggled. Crud agreed and Wants smiled as he watched him go.
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It was a dimly lit room. There were magazines scattered on the floor. A queen sized bed. A television and a bundle of video cassettes.
There were boxes containing God knows what and an array of axes all along the wall.
Fear suddenly struck the Gentleman. He walked backwards bumping into the Wants-ler.
Want turned back to face Gent and continued to smile sweetly at the man. He pulled the door closed behind them. "This is where Greedy and I used to stay, what do you think of it Gent?" he asked.
He could sense the other's fear and it was only causing him to smile even more. He knew he was going to have fun.
"It's... It's..." But the Gentleman had no words. He was scared. The door was closed and he was sure he would cry. "W-why did you close the door? Where's Crud..."
Want promptly locked the door and skipped along the room over to the wall of axes. He ran his fingers along the dirty metal and was looking at his dull reflection. "He and daddy had to go to the store for a bit..."
Gent gulped. "O-oh I see..." His voice cracking. "So I suppose we should... begin?"
"You seem pretty tense Gent. We should relax a bit first." He pulled Gent over to the bed and forced him down onto it. He crawled behind Gent and started to kneed his shoulders, digging in too deeply and roughly. He was giggling as he went.
It hurt. And he wanted to push Wants-ler off. He wanted to run to the door. He was scared.
"Mister Wants-ler..." Gent stared down at his lap. "... I think we should get to work."
"I think.. you should shut up! I've had enough of your stupid voice," Wants-ler hissed. He dug his nails into Gentleman's back. They were chipped and sharp and he scratched around his shoulders, trying to draw blood.
Gent gasped. He tried to contain a scream. His fist were clenched, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do anything with them, "Mister Wants-ler, Stop! Let go!"
Wants quickly grabbed for a nearby axe and brought it to Gent's throat. "I believe I told you to shut up~" he giggled. He laughed and watched the man trembling bellow him, it felt amazing and he wasn't about to stop. He wanted to find out what would scare him most.
Gent stopped. His eyes were wide and he was still. He did not dare say anything. Much to the amusement of the Wants-ler.
Wants mused over what he wanted. He wanted Gent to suffer for all the pain he had caused Wants. He kept the axe close by and started to roughly undo Gent's clothing. "Do you know how much I hate your stupid face? Why does daddy think he loves /you/? Why would daddy rather kiss /you/.... fuck you..." He was reminded of the kiss and smashed their lips together, hoping to find traces of his daddy's warmth left on them.
Gent shivered as he felt Wants-ler's hands tear off his clothing. Shaking with fear. He didn't want to guess what Wants-ler was up to. He didn't want to believe it. "No... please..." he begged in his thoughts. The roughness of the kiss was unfamiliar to the gentleman. The tears were visible now.
Wants-ler finally pulled away to breath and was back to pulling off clothing. "How dare you just come here and steal what was mine. You are a mean, horrible bitch!" he yelled. He pounded his fists down against Gent's chest and back and wanted to scream. How did this tiny pathetic man ever catch his daddy's eye?
Everything about this kiss was... different. There was no feeling in it, no substance. Just tongue and a roughness that was not fitting for a gentleman. He listened to Wants-ler's ramblings. And he did feel awful even as he felt the intensity of Wants-ler pounding at his chest. He didn't talk, he just sobbed.
"I'm going to make you regret ever coming here...!" he insisted. He tore off Gent's pants and left him naked on his bed. "You're going to leave Daddy forever!" he screamed. He started undoing his own pants, readying himself to break Gentleman completely. He needed the man to be so tramatized that he'd want nothing to do with him or daddy.
"No!" He kicked behind him and missed, "Don't! Please no!" He knew his words meant nothing. But he could not lie there helpless, without even trying.
Wants laughed at the sad excuse for an attack and he forced Gent back into the bed. "Stupid gentleman, how are you going to stop me? Nobody is home. It wouldn't even matter if you screamed... which you will" and without warning he forced himself inside.
Gent screamed. "No!" He grabbed at the bed sheets. "No!!!" He shrieked. "Get off! No!" He was bawling, "Please Mister Wants-ler..."
Wants laughed as he thrust in and out as fast as he was able, trying to hurt Gent, tear him from the inside. "Appologize! Appologize to me for all the pain you've caused me!"
Gent looked to Wants-ler then averted his eyes. He was not going to give him that bit of satisfaction so he said nothing and looked away.
Wants glared and brought the axe back up and pressed it dangerously against Gent's neck. "Apologize right now you bitch!" he screamed.
Gent had to muster up the courage to speak words, but he was able to recollect himself. "Torture me all you want, but if you kill me you know that he will never forgive you." His voice was stern, but inside he was shaking.
Wants screamed in agitation that Gentleman could still be standing up to him after all this. He needed to break this man. "Once you're out of the way daddy will realize he loves me the most! You're tricking him! Do you really think he would want someone for something other than sex?"
He had been called a "bottom bitch" from the very start. But he knew there was more to Mister Once-ler than that. There had to be. He loved him, anyone could tell by his gaze, although seemingly hungry, there was something different there whenever The Gentleman was around. He was sure of it, "Mister Once-ler loves me!" He could already feel the mockery of Wants-ler's next sentence.
"Does he tell you that? He used to tell me he loved me too.... But he does love me! He loves me more than you! You're a stupid dirty thief and I hate you! I hate you so much you should just die!" he screamed. He didn't realize when it had started happening but as he screamed he had started to cry and tears fell onto Gent's bare back. "Flithy.... whore..."
Gent's heart sank. "Wants-ler... I..."
"All you care about is what you wanted! You took daddy away from all of us! Now he doesn't care and he won't even let us live here.... You brainwashed him with your stupid polite words!"
"Wants-ler... Your Daddy still loves you. Perhaps not in the same way as he before or the way you would have wanted him to, but he does love you, he always will."
"No no no! I want him all to myself! I need him to love me and take care of me! You don't understand anything!" he was breaking down, more so then Gent was in a way. He was loosing the effort to keep going, this wasn't making him happy.
"I'm sorry for taking him." Gent held his head down. "I didn't mean to. I didn't know. I was only thinking only about myself at the time... and how happy I thought we would be together. I didn't consider the Once-lings, I didn't consider the brothel, I didn't consider you... I'm sorry." The Gentleman began to weep, "I am selfish. I didn't think about how my actions would effect others, I am no where close to being a damn gentleman!"
Wants was surprised at what he heard from the Gentleman and didn't know how to respond. He wanted to laugh at him and be glad that he agreed... something didn't feel right though. He pulled away and huffed angrily. "Why are you doing this to me... I'm not supposed to feel bad for you! You're the one hurting me..."
"I am undeserving of your sympathy." The Gentleman lowered his head. "A man's pride can only go so far. When he has wronged another, a real man would admit it. That is why I apologize."
Wants groaned at him a bit. "All your rules and logic are stupid.... I don't care about any of that.... But why doesn't making you suffer make me happy.... you hurt me and it made you happy so the same should work for me...."
"Hurting you does not make me happy, Mister Wants-ler. I wish that my happiness did not hurt you... "
"Well.... It does.... If hurting you won't make me happy then I don't know what to do...." he felt helpless and desperate.
"Wants-ler, do you love your Daddy?"
He nodded his head. "Yes... I love him more than anything..."
"And I trust you want him to be happy?"
Wants growled a bit, knowing where Gent was going with this. "And so I'm supposed to be happy for him being happy blah blah blah... What about me then? Who's going to care if I'm happy!?"
Gent sighed. But then he smiled politely, "I'll tell you what. What if I arrange for him to meet with you once every week? You two could go out to eat or go to park or something." Under his breath, "I mean you wouldn't be able to all the things you did in the good 'ole days, but you would get to have some good quality time with your Daddy."
"Would that make you happy?"
Wants grumbled a bit and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know.... maybe.... but it doesn't matter because he's just going to hate me now...."
"And why is that?"
"Because of what I did! Daddy is going to kill me..."
Gent's face flushed. Had he truly forgotten what had happen? "I- I won't tell anyone, I promise!" He was also a bit too ashamed to tell anyone.
Wants stared at Gent, not believing that someone would actually just act like something like that didn't happen. "What.... No... No you're lying..."
"Wants-ler, you may never be able to forgive me for what I have done. But I will forgive you for this."
"Why would you do that for me.... why do you care if I'm happy or not...."
"Because I am a gentleman and that is what gentlemen do." He smiled.
Wants curled himself into a small ball. "How can you still want to be nice after I hurt you..."
The Gentleman held Wants-ler. "Because I love you."
Wants cheeks flushed a bit and he wasn't sure how to respond. He couldn't remember the last time someone had told him that. "What?"
Gent nuzzled Want's cheek as he held him closer to his chest. "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres." The Gentleman would have the verse memorized. "I want us to be friends."
Wants actually felt a bit relaxed against Gent, but he didn't know how it was possible. He felt a tinge of happiness at the other's words and he clung back. "I.... I'm not sure what to say...."
"Then don't say anything," Gent cooed. He held the other tighter. And kissed his head softly.
Wants cuddled closer to him and held on. "I'm sorry I hurt you...." he said quietly.
"You are forgiven.."
He clung tighter to Gent and started crying.
Gent patted his back, "Shhh..." He whispered.
He held more tightly to Gent and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Will you still help me clean...?"
Gent let out a small chuckle, "That's what I came here to do, is it not?"
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"I think it's kind of strange that Gent had to ask you to ask me to get ice cream," Pimp grumbled. He knew there were times where The Gentleman had been a bit out of context, but even though the man was quiet, he wasn't shy.
Crud-ler lifted the tubs of ice cream out of the grocery bags, "What, no Gent wasn't the one who asked me. Wantsie was the one who said Gent was too shy." And then it clicked.
"Bitch. BITCH!!!" Pimp roared as he stormed down the hall toward the basement. They were alone together, who would have known what Wants-ler could have done during this time. How could he have let this happen?
He open wide the door to see a fully clothed Gentleman and a Wants-ler packing boxes away. "Hey Daddy!" Pimp ignored the greeting and went straight to Gentleman placing both hands on his shoulders, "Are you... alright." The Gentleman smiled, "Of course, Darling. You have nothing to worry about." He smiled toward Wants-ler, "I trust him."
Greed-ler stood with his hand on the door knob. " Where's Mister Once-ler?" Bitch!Once-ler asked. "Are they still down there?" Crude turned around, "Yeah, they're down there having fun, ya know." That didn't sound suspicious. "Well the cookies are done, I'll just tell them to go to the kitchen." Once-ler reached for the handle, but was quickly brushed away by Greed-ler's hand. "No, it's ok. I'll tell them." Bitch!Once-ler didn't like the sound of this, "Greed-ler, let me through." He pushed Crud-ler aside. Crude grabbed his hand and pushed him to the wall. "I'm not letting you interfere with our fun."
Crud-ler locked Oncie in a closet. "Now you sit tight, while Wantsie has a 'jolly good time'." Greed-ler mused.
Will you shut up already?
Wants-ler was a top Gentleman, thrusting roughly into him. Tears mixed in with the blood due to biting his lips to keep from screaming. The more noise he made, the harder Wants-ler went and the more bruises were visible on Gent's porcelain skin. Please... Please... Gent cried to himself.
A doorbell was heard through the entire building.
"Damnit." Crud-ler rushed to the door. "Hey Daddy. How was the errand?" he tried to snark up casually. "Just taking away time from being with Gentleman. Where is he anyway?" "Uhh... You know, down stairs with the bitches and..." "Daddy!" there was a loud knocking sound from the closet door.
"Shit." Wants-ler pushed Gent away and threw his clothes at him. He rushed to put on his own clothing. "One word to Daddy, and I'll chop off your head."
"Where is Gentleman?!" Pimp roared. He grabbed the doorknob to the basement almost tearing it off. Wants-ler appeared at the same time as the door was opened. Pimp picked Wants-ler up by the string of his bolo tie, "What the FUCK did you do!?" "D-Daddy, I-I" "I don't care what you did, I'm going to kil-" Pimp saw Gent make his way up the stairs behind Wants-ler. He was broken.
All Pimp's anger was gone as he set the Wants-ler down and held The Gentleman in his arms, how could he have let this happen
What do you think of people pairing you with Wantsie?
I do not believe anyone quite understands my fascination for Mister Wants-ler and the theories behind Crud-ler being Wants-ler's greed-ler.
When I think about Gentlewant, I think about the sexual tension at the beginning of Gentlepimp, but without boundaries or a sense of morale; if Pimp!Greed-ler had acted upon his desire.
Gentlewant is driven by negative emotions: fear, jealousy, hate. I stand by my saying of supporting all ships, but I also see Gentlewant as being a dangerous pairing.
