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[lovemercilessly]

Working on my KinnPorsche fic between calls at work and man fighting my natural inclination to compromise in order to write two bullheaded stubborn boys is a work of effort. I’m not used to writing arguments lol

@iffervescent Thank you so much for your encouragement! 

Anyway here’s a (rough) snippet. Please ignore any wrong names, I’m still trying to parse out all the secondary characters and will clean that up as I go.

Porsche paused to check his reflection, straightening his shirt before running a hand over his hair. He turned to grab his walled from the bed and jumped when a warm hand curled over his hip and tugged him back. He still wasn’t used to Kinn groping  him at any and all times of the day. He felt a kiss brush over the back of his neck and stifled a groan when he felt teeth on the junction of neck and shoulder. He grabbed the hand at his hip before it could slip under the waistband of his pants, and turned to face his - what were they? Boyfriends seemed too juvenile for what they had, partners too serious - lovers maybe. He’d go with that for now. He pulled Kinn’s hand away from where his lover was trying to cup his groin and turned around to face him.

“Kinn, not now” I’m going to be late.”

Kinn quirked a brow and Porsche cursed internally. Kinn couldn’t care less if he inconvenienced anyone else. Kinn opened his mouth and Porsche forged ahead to cut off what he was certain would be a very convincing argument as to why he should stay.

“I promised Jom and Tem I’d meet them in half an hour. I'm already late. You can go without me for a few hours right? Where’s that famous control?” Porsche teased, cocking his head to the side and putting on a doubtful look. Maybe if he could get Kinn to take it as a challenge he’d get out of the penthouse only slightly  later than he already was. Even if he’d pay for it later. Kinn’s answering expression said he knew Porsche was trying to manipulate him; the glint in his eye told Porsche he’d definitely be paying for it later. Porshce suppressed a shiver and made a mental note to get notes from Tem after the lecture. He didn’t think he’d be making it to class the next day.

Kinn blew out a breath and nodded toward the door. “If you must go, Pete and Venga will join you. They’re waiting at the elevator.”

Kinn turned to walk back out of the room, the dismissal clear. Porsche rolled his eyes. Kinn kept doing this latey, insisting that Porsche take one or more of the team with him when he went out alone. It was maddening. Porsche was just a bodyguard, albeit one that was sleeping with boss. His importance to the clan was minimal, no one was going to try to do anything to him. He followed Kinn into the living room, tucking his wallet into his pocket as he went.

“I’ll be fine, you need them with you. It’s two hours at a public coffee shop in a busy area. I can take care of myself.” He reached out to grab his jacket when he felt Kinn’s hand clamp over his forearm. He glanced over at Kinn, noting the tense line of his shoulders and set of his jaw that meant he was about to dig his heels in. Fuck. 

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writing prompt meme: 12, widowtracer maybe??? :3

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12. We were pretending to be lovers but I’m not pretending anymore and I have to know if you feel the same way

They say if you love something, let it free. If it comes back, it was meant to be.

We’re inside a coffee a shop, just talking as usual. We needed a break from everyone else; needed a break from faking. From pretending.

But what if it wasn’t meant to be?

It wasn’t much of a pretend anymore; I loved her. Someone as cold as me, loving someone as warm as her. When did the cliches stop?

I won’t know until I tell her.

I needed to tell her right now, before we left. Before I had to pretend to pretend. Before everything was ruined.

“Lena…”

I’m telling her now, it can’t wait any longer.

“Amé, there’s something I need to tell you.” I moved my gaze from my almost-empty cup to her. Her, who always seemed to fit me, while me, who always stuck out. Her chronic accelerator was buzzing lightly, but no one cared because she was their hero. But I got hateful glares, many citizens still hating me for what I did to Mondetta.

“Yes, chérie?” I said, nervousness evident in my voice. Was she going to tell us we needed to stop pretending? That this was over?

As if she had read my mind, she spoke softly. “I think we should stop pretending.”

Instantaneously, my heart dropped and my pulse quickened. I quickly remembered the three places to easily exit. “Oh? Why’s that?” I kept my voice as even and stone cold as I could.

How do I say this?

“Amé, we should…”

It was hard to breathe.

“Yes?”

How do I tell her I love her?

I stopped breathing as she inhaled deeply. “Hun, I, uh…” She looked anywhere but me. “I love you!”

Don’t look at her, don’t look at her, don’t–

The feeling of doom settled down within as I registered her words. I smiled lightly. “I love you, too, ange.”

She shook her head frantically. “No, no, I mean like love love you, darlin’, not any of that pretend cack.”

I laughed softly. “I know, mon amor, I know.”

“So this is what we are now? For real?” She asked, blushing as she looked off to the side of the table.

“For real.” I confirmed.

God, my purple girlfriend.