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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Triple Frontier (2019)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Santiago "Pope" Garcia/William "Ironhead" Miller
Characters: William "Ironhead" Miller, Santiago "Pope" Garcia
Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Idiots in Love, Pillow Talk, Slice of Life, Vulnerable Santiago, Clever Will, Tenderness, Kisses, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sort Of, Mild Language
Series: Part 12 of flufftober2021
Summary:
pope tells will a secret, in his own weird oblique way
@flufftober2021 day 13: pillow talk
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They’ve been laying in bed for a while now. Both of them awake, listening to the rain outside and idly going over the plan for the day. Meant to go for a walk but not with the way Pope’s knees hurt. Something nice and easy—Santiago had suggested a drive and now Ironhead is scrolling through his phone for a destination.
Leaving Pope alone with his thoughts and the rain.
Never a good combination when Will’s around—even after so many years being vulnerable like that is still frightening. But there’s something pushing at the back of Pope’s throat, asking to come out, and eventually it just spills out as he asks, quite apropos of nothing,
“Do you ever wonder what…life…would be like? If we hadn’t done what we did?”
Will is silent a moment and Santiago keeps his eyes on the ceiling. But he feels Will drop his phone and roll to his side and sure enough, one long comforting arm creeps across his chest. The familiar weight and warmth eases the tight knot in Pope’s chest for now, like maybe he won’t regret asking later.
“Joined up, you mean?” Will asks.
Santiago scoffs darkly. That’s a nice way to put it but, “Yeah. Like…what if we’d just been civilians? Had a different story or an alternate ending or whatever?”
He feels Will’s shrug. “I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it in a long time. It just…didn’t seem like it was for me. Story’s still goin’, why change it when you don’t know how it ends?”
“Really?” he asks, voice tighter and more defensive than he means for it to be. “You never wanted a house in the suburbs? Cute wife, two-point-five kids and a white picket fence?”
Will’s chuckles, his stomach pressing into Santiago’s side. “Not in a long time, no.”
“But you did,” Pope presses. “Once upon a time.”
Will sighs. “Where you goin’ with this, Pope?”
Santiago sighs right back, playing his fingers up and down Will’s arm aimlessly. In fact, the motion is a lot like this conversation: totally aimless. Might as well say as much.
“I don’t know, man. Just late night mind runnin’ away with me, I guess.”
He doesn’t see the suspicious squint but he knows Will and he knows it’s there. He just can’t bring himself to look away from the safety of the ceiling to meet Ironhead’s icy eyes in the dim morning light. Silence slips over them for a while but Santiago can feel its expectant undertone. It pulls and pulls and pulls at him until the truth comes spilling out. Just like it always does with Ironhead.
“I—had a dream,” he tries. “Best dream I’ve had in years.”
That piques Will’s interest, he can feel it in the way the man tenses against him. Santiago’s dreams are never good. Ever. Death and gore and demons both real and imagined. Horrors replaying from memory or rewriting themselves into something new—whatever the case, not even his best dreams were never good. He hadn’t actually shared a dream with Ironhead in, fuck it must’ve been years now. Too worried about worrying Will. But this one…
“I had a bakery,” he murmurs, petting the back of Will’s fingers absently. “Actually sold edible stuff.” Not like some dreams in the past where he’d served up body parts on platters. “I was…making fuckin’ cupcakes or something—” Will huffs a laugh and Santiago smiles tentatively. “—you were there. Sittin’ in the sunlight at the bar sipping some coffee. You looked…” Amazing, happy, content, “Peaceful.”
It’s only half a lie—it hadn’t been a real dream, but definitely a daydream. One he’s been dragging after him like a useless limb for decades. Can’t forget it and can’t let it go. He’s just never told Will about it before. For a moment, Will doesn’t say anything and honestly, Santiago is happy to let it go. No use in dragging out the what-ifs and could’ve-beens any longer but Will, goddamn it, is too clever to let it go.
“Did you wanna be a baker back in the day?”
Santiago sighs. “Yeah. Always thought I’d be pretty good at it—”
“You are an amazing cook.”
“—thanks—but Pop never figured there’d be any money in it.” He swallows down a bitter feeling and recalls what his father had actually said. “‘Always money in killin’ people.’”
Will just hums and the sound reverberates somewhere beneath Santiago’s heart. Pope lets out a long breath, as if the admission lifted some invisible weight from his shoulders. Then Will shuffles out of his grip. Props himself up on his elbows so he can look down at Santiago—and god doesn’t he look gorgeous.
“You still want it,” Will murmurs.
“Uh…” Santiago blinks, caught off guard at being made so easily. “I mean yeah, kinda? It just seems beyond me at this point. Couldn’t get around a kitchen quick enough these days.”
Will fixes him with a look Pope doesn’t understand. Almost like a sizing up, picking Santiago apart and running numbers behind his eyes at the same time. What he says next leaves Pope breathless.
“We can, if you want to. I know a guy that could help.”
Pope stares, gobsmacked for a long second or two and it’s in that time that he knows—Will sees everything. How badly a younger naive version of him wanted that sweet, sedate life. How badly he still wants it.
“I—”
He doesn’t even know what to say. It’s as terrifying to say yes and it is to say no, but of course Will would offer. Santiago swallows hard around a feeling, hot and tender and something like love but so much more. Will, impatient Will, smiles indulgently. Brushes a curl off Pope’s forehead before leaning down for a slow saccharine kiss.
“You don’t have to decide now,” he murmurs against Pope’s lips. “But just think about it.”
Pope nods breathlessly as Will kisses him one more time, sound and firm and decisive, before he pats Santiago’s legs and pulls him out of bed.
“I always wanted to be a firefighter.”
A sappy stupid grin breaks over Santiago’s face—Will didn’t leave him alone in it; he shared. That’s the end of it for now but Pope keeps wandering back to it on their drive. Through lunch and dinner and several days after. Maybe, just maybe, someday he’ll take Will up on that offer.
Director's cut for Itch please 😍🥰❤🙏🏾 The painnnnn i felt reading it, it was so good. No pressure to answer love xoxo
Thank you Soraya!! Sorry this took me so long to reply! I tried before and Tumblr ate it 😭
I wrote Itch because I wanted to do a character study on Pope! I wanted to understand his character more for my What if he never had to go oneshot (now series) for Benny/Santi pairing.
There’s the scene with Will in TF where Santi braces himself for Will’s response about the job and that’s what captured me for Itch. Pope looked like he was ready for Will to say no and when Will says yes I loved Santi’s “ReAlLy?” lol xD and I wondered what may have led to that interaction between them. Their dynamic is so compelling! Will holds so much space for Santi 🥺
Thanks again for sending this in! I’m so happy you enjoyed this fic ^_^ 💖
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A Triple Frontier fic
Pairing: Santiago “Pope” Garcia/William “Ironhead” Miller
Tags: Royalty AU, Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort
Word count: ~7,5k
Rated T
Summary: Three and a half years have passed since Will was crowned. Just as much since Santiago left, and six months since he came back. Six months since Redfly almost died and the kingdom became rich.
A story of King William Ironhead and his Commander of the Royal Guard.
maybe i'll be a better man (by the time you come to your senses)
a triple frontier fanfic series by @jackalopc
Tom "Redfly" Davis' life was slowly starting to unravel, though you'd never know from the outside. The future was uncertain: did he choose a marriage (that's been failing for longer than he cared to admit), or his career (the closest thing he views to a "higher calling" for himself)? All while years of denial, neglect, and a lot of untreated childhood trauma was finally taking its toll.
His subordinate, teammate, and best friend Will Miller calls him out on his bullshit, as he always does (because really, he's kind of always been the only one who could get away with it). He starts making him face the harsh truths he'd been trying so desperately to shove down into a dark, little pit inside of himself.
Then, the last crack that finally breaks the dam comes: Will is shot.
After that, nothing stays the same. If he thought everything was a mess before, he didn't know the meaning of the word. Yet despite the turbulence, maybe it's also the chance to find the right path forward.
my self-indulgent fix-it au for triple frontier. but really, it's ultimately an exploration of navigating new disabilities, failing relationships, navigating new relationships and feelings, all while being true to ones-self.
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maybe i'll be a better man (by the time you come to your senses) a triple frontier fanfic series
a tom "redfly" davis-focused & rediron fanfic series, by @jackalopc. featuring the primary slowburn-ish? (it's complicated) ship of tom "redfly" davis/william "ironhead" miller.
series summary:
Tom "Redfly" Davis' life was slowly starting to unravel, though you'd never know from the outside. The future of his life was uncertain: did he choose a marriage (that's been failing for longer than he cared to admit), or his career (the closest thing he views to a "higher calling" for himself)? All while years of denial, neglect, and a lot of untreated childhood trauma was finally taking its toll.
His subordinate, teammate, and best friend Will Miller calls him out on his bullshit, as he always does (because really, he's kind of always been the only one who could get away with it). He starts making him face the harsh truths he'd been trying so desperately to shove down into a dark, little pit inside of himself.
Then, the last crack that finally breaks the dam comes: Will is shot.
After that, nothing stays the same. If he thought everything was a mess before, he didn't know the meaning of the word. Yet despite the turbulence, maybe it's also the chance to find the right path forward.
Redfly was courageous, he thought, but really only when he was on a mission (if he was being honest with himself). Will though? It seemed like Will was everything he wasn't: Confident and secure in himself, the only reason anything is hidden from public view is because of regulations.
He wished he could be like him. He wished he could have him.
other features you'll see in the series under the cut
(wait why do you need other features?? because apparently just saying it's about redfly and rediron isn't enough??? oh huh okay, weird... well, onwards with some other stuff about it ig)
primarily written from redfly's pov, save for occasional glimpses into other's in small interludes and such between main-story fics.
it's going to be a series of main-story fic's that range in size, depth, and even how much time takes place. ranging from one shots to multi-fic. also multi-rating, each fic has it's own rating. but there are going to be E rated works in there, as a heads up. these will probably be for sexual-content but i can't promise yet it's elusively for that
bonus background poly between the other four outside of tom (no will/ben however, dw)! with eventual background fishben solidified.
basically my "hey what if all that cannon like, didn't happen though?" series... you heard that right this is my fix it timeline and yeah, i'm doing it by making my favorite tragic blorbo a deeply, deeply repressed bisexual man. it's just what i do. the movie didn't give me backstories, and i'm making it y'all's problem.
will miller struggling with a new found disability and grappling with what that means for himself and also especially how the others (and ofc especially redfly) navigate the change too.
exploring shit that comes with having your life ripped away via shit like divorce, transitioning out of the military and not handling it well, having literal parts of your identity fall apart, disabilities, etc.
smut :)
my daily growing obsession with redfly & this pairing in general
I JUST WAN'T Y'ALL TO LOVE HIM LIKE I LOVE HIM
um... yeah... look man this is legit just. gonna be an entire series about two not-quite-yet middle aged men just, having their lives ripped apart and finding comfort in one another
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