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Do You Wanna Touch (1563 words) by chibiVeneficus
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Brave Police J-Decker
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Deckerd/Gunmax (Brave Police J-Decker)
Characters: Deckerd (Brave Police J-Decker), Gunmax (Brave Police J-Decker), McCrane (Brave Police J-Decker)
Additional Tags: Coitus Interruptus, Light Petting
Summary:
Deckerd honestly wasn’t sure what drew his attention to them in the first place. All he knew was that once he noticed, he couldn’t /not/ notice. They shined under harsh florescence, dazzled when touched by the sun, gleamed when the moon peeked between clouds. Like the ill-fated night insects lured by the electric lamp in Yuuta’s backyard, Deckerd couldn’t resist being drawn in by their brilliance.
While Mark initially stopped talking to Jacob over the death of his mother, his resentment grew deeper as Sam and Jacob grew closer. Though he had always told his father he wouldn’t join the Air Force because of how it angered Jacob, Mark had begun to waver a few years after College while struggling to find a job.
**
He’d cried the night he’d heard the angry, tearful message from Sam telling him that Jacob had cancer and it was serious and please, please, PLEASE just call me, Mark. Please! He’d picked up the phone a million times to call her, to comfort her, but he couldn’t make the words come. As penance, he sat looking through old photo albums late into the night, cursing his parents and wishing he was as brave as his little sister.
When he gets the message from Sam that Jacob is fine now and back working with the Air Force, he actually calls her.
“What the fuck, Sam?”
“Mark?”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Did you tell me he was dying as bait? To taunt me?”
“Jesus Christ, Mark!”
“Then what?
“. . . It’s classified.”
He’d hung up on her after that.
**
Mark and Sam didn’t speak again until she and Jacob showed up on his doorstep, seeking to make amends. He and Jacob had talked for hours while Sam played with her niece and nephew. He and Jacob were on a better footing when they left, but he could do little but offer Sam a half hearted hug when they left. He saw the look of hurt flash across her face before the soldier mask fell back into place.
**
“Mark, dad is sick. He’s. . . the cancer is back, Mark, there’s noth . . he’s . . . he’s really sick, Mark.”
Mark’s heart dropped into his stomach at Sam’s voicemail. This was different than the last time. His wife bought his plane ticket as he threw some clothes in a bag and grabbed his passport before jumping back into the same cab.
**
He called her and left a message before he got on the plane and then drove his seat mate nuts by jiggling his leg up and down for the entire flight. He apologised profusely and slipped the woman $10 for a drink. He scanned arrivals for a pay phone only to see an Airman holding a sign with M. Carter written on it.
“This way, Sir,” the man said, taking Mark’s bag and leading him to a car where he met another officer who thrust a thick bundle of papers into his lap before insisting he sign them if he wanted to see his father.
5 minutes into the ride and he knew he would never, ever be as brave as his baby sister.
**
The elevators and the endless corridors take forever despite the fact that he and his guide are sprinting down the hallways. In the end, it’s too late and a blotchy Sam is standing in the corridor ahead of them, arms wrapped around her middle like she was 12 and trying to hide her sudden height.
“I’m so sorry, Mark,” she said, forcing herself to look up at him. He felt his breath physically leave his body before it rushed back in. He could do little more than blink before suddenly reaching out and pulling Sam into his arms. For the first time since she was 15, Mark heard his sister cry. No one mentioned the fact that the officer assigned to him had turned his back and walked a couple of feet down the hallway.
**
His wife and kids fly up for the funeral few days later.
“She looks fragile,” he told his wife later that night, Sam on base finishing arrangements and the kids in bed.
“Well, her father just died,” his wife replied and Mark shook his head. He’d never seen his sister look like this before, not even when they buried their mother.
“Never mind,” he replied as he turned off the light on his side of the bed and laid down.
**
Mark watches Sam as she stands with her team, Murray and Daniel are in nice, black suits while she and O’Neill were in their dress blues. He wondered if it was them or the uniform that made her strong and took the fragile look away. He’d been watching her like she was on the edge and this was the first time since he’d met her in that mountain that she looked like the woman he’d taught himself to hate.
**
“I’m sorry, Sam,” he told her, pulling her close and hugging her tight.
“For what?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled by his coat.
“For being such a shitty person and an even shittier brother.” He gave her a tight squeeze before moving to hold her at arms length so he could look at her. “I won’t do it again.” For the umpteenth time, Mark watched as she teared up before getting herself under control again. “Get drunk and cry tonight, ok?” he asked her after he pulled her close again. She burbled out a small laugh as she squeezed him tighter before releasing him.
“Dad was right, you are a bad influence on me,” she quipped as she took a small step back. They share pair of matching grins before he gives her a last kiss on the cheek and promises to call when they get home.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Edelweiss (962 words) by chibiVeneficus
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harvestella (Video Game)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dianthus/Ein | Player Character (Harvestella)
Characters: Dianthus (Harvestella), Ein | Player Character (Harvestella)
Additional Tags: One Shot, Spoilers, Talking
Summary:
“Is something the matter, Ein?” Dianthus asked.
I wrote a little thing cause I could not stop thinking about [end game spoiler]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: The Mechanisms (Band)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jonny d'Ville/Gunpowder Tim, The Aurora & Jonny d'Ville, Marius von Raum/Gunpowder Tim, The Mechanisms Ensemble/The Mechanisms Ensemble
Characters: Jonny d'Ville, Gunpowder Tim (The Mechanisms), The Aurora (The Mechanisms), Ivy Alexandria, Marius von Raum
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Jealousy, kind of, Established polymechs, Dating, Romance, Fluff, kind of?!, Jonny decides to get into a metaphorical pissing contest with Marius over Tim’s affection, why? nobody knows, least of all Jonny, references to, Canon-Typical Violence
Summary:
“And? Everyone but Nastya and the Toy Soldier have been fucking Tim for almost as long as you, and thus I cannot see why Marius doing it would bother you so.”
“There were candles”, he mutters, “and a white tablecloth, and Marius was playing him romantic music. They’re drinking wine, Ivy, I didn’t even know we had any wine onboard.”
Jonny learns something new about Tim. He doesn’t like it.
I love your fanfic, "You can look but you can't touch"! It's amazingly written and the world building is awesome!
aw thank you so much anon!! I appreciate that (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*
If you want more of that world building, i have a incomplete story set in that verse up on my dreamwidth that I haven’t ported over to ao3 yet. One day I’ll finish it. One day.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: The Adventure Zone (Podcast)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Barry Bluejeans/Lup, Kravitz/Taako (The Adventure Zone), The Director | Lucretia & Everyone, Everyone & Everyone
Characters: Taako (The Adventure Zone), Lup (The Adventure Zone), The Director | Lucretia, Barry Bluejeans, Davenport (The Adventure Zone), Magnus Burnsides, Kravitz (The Adventure Zone)
Additional Tags: Explicit Language, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
So you've just saved the world... now what? Or: a lot of hurt/comfort as the IPRE and friends deal with a whole lot of trauma post-Story and Song. Heavily inspired by a post @questbedhead on tumblr made about what Taako and Lucretia's reconciliation might look like.
