#uri proaxt

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North proc is the only culture on vigilia that has pets!!!! Not only is addison allergic but he is horrified of the idea of an animal in the house!!! Uri just really likes cats!!!!

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keri flewis wants to work in the upper north wing one day, talks to uri about it, uri says something about having to be morally unsound to work there, keri then moves to novabe to be the assistant of the head politician there

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‘ill never leave you again’ addison says to uri the day he returns back from his year on cunabula  ‘do not make me promises you do not intend to keep’ ‘i never have’ and he slips their engagement rings off the wrong fingers and onto the right ones ‘the trust finds out today, the rest of the universe in three days’

they are interrupted by yan and four hours later uri being handcuffed by undel and he thinks, four hours. four hours is all it took to ruin a trust that lasted fifteen years

four hours is all it took for all of the trust that addison had in uri to shatter

and for the trust uri had in addison all it took was one word:

‘please, let me explain my side of the story.’ ‘no.’

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claragrey gives uri a box of tshirts, silly nerdy graphic tees that she finds one day just because she has no use for them and she assumes that uri just put them away into his closet because she never sees him wear them

what she doesnt know is that uri wears them to bed every night- and lord does it piss off addison, and while addy doesnt mind mentioning how annoying it is, uri just smirks- and uri grows this fondness for the stupid shirts that he will carry with him for the rest of his life. those are the shirts he will wear in the cove when he wont speak to anyone but his dog, those are the shirts that he will wear while he is hiding from the people he thought loved him after being tortured for months on end, those are the shirts he will lovingly give half of to his daughter when shes six for her to wear for nightgowns when it gets to the point where she /has/ to start sleeping in her own bed but uri will do anything to relieve the crying and wearing her daddys shirts will do that.

this box of silly shirts that claragrey thought meant nothing to uri are in fact something that stays with him for almost his entire life

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ahhh royce and addy/uri because thats all that matters to me (with some extra buckingham siblings love and addy/uri/claragrey thoughts ofc)

addy and royce are having the great "should we let claragrey out of prison" debate, screaming at each other full volume in an abandoned palace conference room. uri’s sitting by docilely, sipping on alcoholic apple cider and not understanding a word either of the men are saying, even with royce’s slower, less natural spanish.

but eventually their screams die down angry words through clenched teeth, and they switch back to english now that people wont be able to hear them from down to hall, and uri realizes theyre talking about that woman again, the prisoner who addison claims is his soulmate who he has no affection for, and their words arent angry as much as they are /hurt/

uri’s finished his fifth cider and the conversation is dying down and when addy starts crying out of frustration, just a tiny bit, uri doesnt say anything but softly lets his hand sit on addison’s thigh.

and his royce sees that his anger is replenished because hes been jealous of uri since day one and he just wants his goddamn sister back.

"she is a goddamn human being addy!"

"all she’s ever done in her life is try to ruin mine!"

and royce is so tired of addison talking about his life being ruined because addison is /fine/ he is the ruler of the goddamn planet and he solved the problem all oxymorologists want to and he has a beautiful young boyfriend who loves him so god damn much, and with his job always on the fritz and claragrey locked up and addison about to move back east royce has /nothing/

"i just want my sister back in my life!"

"royce you’re acting like a child."

"at least i’m not sleeping in the same bed as one."

and addy is stunned because the venom in which royce spat out those words- addison’s never thought royce sounded like claragrey but here we are- and about a topic that he knew haunted addison nearly every night, a topic everyone in that room knew nearly tore addy and uri apart— royce has never been a cruel person, brutally honestly but he never wanted to hurt anyone especially not someone he loved /especially/ not addison.

and if addison is stunned uri is a thousand times over. he cant even really believe royce said that and he pulls his hand away from addison’s leg like it’s on fire. the look he gives royce cant be described in any way but heartbroken, eyes wide and shiny behind his glasses, soft mouth just barely open.

(and he will never forgive royce for this moment not in seventy years when the two of them are sitting together mourning addison’s death will uri forget this moment. he will never look at royce the same way again and he will never think of him as fondly as he did before because uri can hold a grudge to the end of the world, and royce has just prodded the most delicate subject in his life with a stick.)

he leaves the room without saying anything to either of them and he goes to his and addison’s shared room, strips out of his dress and heels and underwear, slipping on only a tee shirt and climbing under the covers and reminding himself- how he always does, how he always /must/- that its okay and the hardest part of his life is over and its okay that he likes to wear dresses and do magic and its okay the love of his love is older and male and its /okay/

royce is satsified with himself longer than he should be, relishing the clench of addison’s jaw and the narrowing of his eyes- his beautiful, /stunning/ eyes, royce could never understand how anyone could think them creepy- but when his expression turns to uri he realizes that he stepped a boundary he shouldnt have as uri jerks his hand away from addy. not in nearly two years has royce seen uri- calm, deadpan, content uri- so expressive and it makes him feel like a villian seeing uri’s soft, sad expression, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, as if asking royce how he could do that to them, and then he just leaves- no outburst, no fight, he just leaves, and royce feels truly disapointed in himself.

his eyes flicker back to addison, who looks barely contained and royce knows a younger addison, even from just a few years ago, wouldve punched royce in the neck, consequences be damned. but he just stares in royce’s direction, unblinking and silent. eventually he flicks his hand up to his ear to change jordan to a different setting- and royce had forgetten that jori was even there, wonders what they thought about what he said, wonders is they even understood what it meant- and pulls out the palace ecod to quickly pull up a document and write something down.

when he hands it to royce and royce sees what it is- claragrey’s release documents ofc- his victory is so poorly one it doesnt feel like one at all.

"you-" -addison’s voice is rough, and royce knows what he wants to say, because he /knows/ addy as well as anyone, knows what the worst thing in the world would be to him- 'you are acting like claragrey' - but he doesnt say it instead he just says- "you won."

addison leaves quickly, wiping his eyes furiously on his sleeves, and royce is left with exactly what he wanted in his hands. he sighs, feeling absolutely awful but knowing that there was no way in hell that addy would see him again tonight, and he will apologize to them both tomorrow, but he will apologize to addison a thousand times over because what addison didnt say but wanted to rings in royces’s head and as much as royce loves claragrey he doesnt want to be anything like her.

addison goes to his and uri’s bedroom only after pacing the halls a few dozen times to get less infuriated and when he enters to have jordan tell him uri is lying in bed already, face buried in pillows, his heart aches. he takes off his shoes and socks and overshirt and pants and gets in bed as well, not saying anything, waiting for uri to start his usual jabber, but he never does.

uri just rolls over so he’s closer to addison, can feel addy’s chest and stomach against his back and he just lies there, let’s addy put an arm around his waist and kiss the back of his neck, murmuring soft words uri either cant hear, doesnt listen to, or cant understand, and they dont normally lie in bed like this because uri doesnt like to be touched while hes trying to sleep but neither of them are going to sleep tonight anyway, not after that.

addison is worried about uri, because hes never this quiet when its just the two of them but its okay because uri is hurt rn but he’ll be okay. addison cant even think about royce or he’ll get too angry but he can think about claragrey, about how terrified he is that she will be back in his life, back in his head, he thinks about claragrey as he kisses uri’s neck and he thinks that he will never let claragrey hurt this boy he is holding in his arms, because that is what claragrey does, she preys on whatever young, eager-to-please people she can find and royce is wrong about uri being a child- addison knows that more than anyone, uri is as if not more mature at twenty two than addison was three years ago at thirty- but he /is/ young, and addison is going to make it his duty to see that claragey cannot hurt uri like she did addy, and undel, and marisol, and nick, and everyone she’s used.

uri isnt in the mood for talking for once in his life, just lets addison hug and kiss him, lets him whisper sweet nothings, and as upset he is, its starting to seem trivial now, because addison is here now and addison doesnt think hes a child and addison is probably thinking about him right now and addison loves him and addison respects him and views him as an equal and that- especially that last part- is all uri needs.

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cant sleep so annual song meme!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

only three because they were kinda long, especially the first one

1. did we create a modern myth, did we imagine half of it (post-secrets of the brain trust) a modern myth- 30 seconds to mars

the day after uriah proaxt saved the universe he was awoken by his boyfriend talking quietly in the hallway. his eyes stayed closed until cris returned to the bedroom after a few moments, slipped back under the covers and pressed his lips to uri’s cheek. “i know you are awake.”

uri sighed softly, eyes still closed. “is marnie okay?”

“yes. she just wanted to make sure you had gotten home alright.”

“last night was the first time i did not tell her good night since she was five years old.”

“last night was a lot of firsts, dear.”

uri’s eyes finally fluttered open and he turned so he was facing cris. “so that was real?”

cris smiled. “you saved the universe yesterday, uriah.”

“doesn’t quite feel like i really did though, does it?” cris’ expression turned to confusion and uri raised a hand to cup his face. “i still feel the same as i have my entire life. more tired, but. the same.”

cris took uri’s hand and held it in his own. “you have me with you in person now. that’s different. you saved me.”

“accidentally,” uri mumbled, flexing his fingers in cris’, looking away from the man’s face to watch their hands intertwine. “and barely.”

“what do you want me to say, uri?” cris didn’t sound angry, just frustrated, and uri guessed he could allow him that. “this isn’t bittersweet. you accomplished your mission, you saved the universe.”

uri remembered the day he turned twenty one. it was a day he had been excited for because it meant he could finally go out and not have addison buy all of his drinks. but, on his twenty first birthday, he and addison were shipped off to the dry planet of cunabula for nearly two months. turning twenty-one was no longer exciting, because it no longer meant anything. it no longer changed anything.

uri found saving the universe was very similiar.

“i don’t get to see the proof though, do i? it is not like it will start raining again, or wars will stop, just because i killed claragrey holo. which i didn’t even really do.”

uri looked back up just in time to see cris bite his lip before responding. “uri, i’m here. i wouldn’t be here if not for you. marnie and abril are getting married, and that wouldn’t be happening if claragrey was still alive. last night you saved every person currently living and everyone who will ever be born. you saved them from tyranny and gave them back their free will”- “cris please, i get it”, but uri was silenced by cris’ unrelenting speecy- “and if you want proof of that, all you have to do is look at everyone around you. look at me, and your daughter, and one day our children, and you will have your proof. because you saved us.”

“thank you christopher,” uri said quietly, silenced into saying more by the fear of saying something tactless and ruining a discussion that held the praise he had been looking for since he was a child.

“and, i know this doesn’t help what happened but… addison would be proud of you.”

for not the first, or second, or even hundreth time in his life, uri wanted to explain that that wasn’t how he and addison were. despite the age difference and addison’s role of uri’s childhood idol, uri wasn’t desperate for addison’s approval, because he knew from their first kiss he always had it. but, as they always had, the words just couldn’t form well enough for uri to express how much he didn’t need to hear about addy “would be” proud of him, because uri knew he always was.

“thank you christopher.”

cris smiled his broad smile and kissed uri’s cheek again. “we are meeting with kammy and jane today, if you’re up to it.”

uri nodded. “yes, not yet though. i still need more sleep, yeah?”

“of course. you saved the universe, you deserve it.” with a final departing kiss, cris left the room humming, leaving uri to lie in bed and turn to stare up at the ceiling and get lost in thought while, as the morning went by, the noises of those living in the house floated into his bedroom.

he had saved the universe. he deserved it.

2. youre everything you saw in me (political intelligence/the occupationist, divine intervention/political intelligence, blind spot/hundreds of stories) smarter- eisley (((((((this one is a bit weird and nsfw?, also second person??? fuck me in my homestuck ass))))))

“kamanika, fuck, more, more, come on baby.” your voice is breathy and high, and kammy’s on her knees in front of you. and then later, once both of your breaths have sycnhronized to a slower rhythm. “why don’t you call me kammy during sex like you do the rest of the time?” you shrug, already struggling to keep your eyes open, sex being more of a cure to your insomnia than any medication ever was. — the two of you are in a hotel room dangerously close to royce’s so you attempt to keep quiet, but the feeling of uri thrusting deep inside you isn’t one you can get used to. “uriah, f-fuck, more, m-more, come on baby.” you’re not quite whispering and uri shushes you, but you can tell his teeth are clenched in an effort to keep quiet himself. the next morning, when you are reliving the night’s events in your head while he jerks you off in the shower. “it was hot when you called me uriah last night. don’t know why you did it, but it was hot.”

you run your fingers over the edge of the table hard enough you might be getting splinters. the harsh feeling of the wood table- poorly made, probably old as the palace itself- helps you remember where you are, why you are here, and what you will have to do to stay here. youre startled when royce gently lays on his his hands over your own, stilling it, and you notice it had started to bleed. — you let your fingers trace the ridges of the wood table in the kitchen. uri is talking, as he always is, about something or another. you are almost certian that he doesn’t mind that you don’t listen to him all of the time, because he just talks to fill the silence. you make about fifty laps on a particularly large ridge in the table before uri reaches over to hold your hand in his own.

“her good girl act was a goddamn scam, addy! cosette void, claragrey holo, whatever you want to call her, she never loved you. and she never will. she tried to kill you. you dont try to kill people you love.” — “his saviour of the damned act was just for the election. he doesn’t deserve to be king, and he doesn’t deserve my forgiveness. addison zacheriah never loved me. you dont try to kill people you love.”

3. im gonna be released from behind these lies and i dont care whether i live or die (mystery!new perspective) leave my body- florence and the machine

“kammy, i’m not asking you to leave the fucking convent, i’m just asking you to stab me in the chest.”

kammy rolled her eyes and continued folding clothes to put in a dresser for the newest sister. “it only shows how fucked you are in the head for that to seem like a normal request to you.”

uri’s was on the bed, crosslegged and holding the knife they used for sacrifices in one hand while leaning back on the other. “you’ve stabbed plenty of other people.”

“yes, for the sacrifices.” kammy finished putting away the clothes on joined uri on the bed.

“sacrifce me to the virgin king then.”

“uriah proaxt, even if you were the last virgin on the planet i would not sacrifice you to that jackass. you’re the only reason it’s even worth staying here.”

sighing, uri dropped the blade in kammy’s lap, forcing her to pick it up before it fell. “i do every illegal, immoral, fucked up thing you ask, and yet the one time i make a slightly strange request, you won’t even consider it.”

“asking me to kill you is not ‘slightly strange’, uri! you’re being ridicu-”

“no, kam, you’re being ridiculous.” uri’s voice was lower, more serious, and kammy silenced. “i may not be the last virgin on earth, but i am the last virgin in the kingdom. it’s been years since the last sacrifice. king yan is getting irritable.” uri brushed hair out of kammy’s face to see the still darkening bruise on her cheek. “you know that better than i.”

kammy’s eyes widened, and a blush rose to her cheeks. “do not tell me you are asking me to kill you to keep me safe.”

uri smiled at her, serious tone gone and a conspiratable smile on his face. “i won’t lie and tell you i don’t have my own, more… devious reasons.”

kammy smiled softly back, but shook her head. “i’m not going to kill you uri.”

uri opened his mouth but before he could respond the door opened and a girl- at least the same age as kammy but nearly a foot shorter- stepped in. she was silent and her dark eyes were wide as she looked between kammy and uri. uri was startled by her prescence, but when kammy smiled and stood to great her like a friend, leaving the knife on the bed, he realized she must be the new nun.

“claragrey! i am so happy to see you made it.” she touched the girl’s shoulder, and while she didn’t jerk away like uri had seen many new arrivals do before, she didn’t respond. she was too busy it seemed, staring at uri.

kammy realized this and- obviously getting something uri didn’t- turned to him sharply. “mister proaxt, if you could please?”

“uh- of course, sister.” uri barely remembered to subtly pick up the blade as he the left the room quickly, hearing kammy start to explain to claragrey where everything was.

wanting an explanation, uri waited impatiently for kammy to leave the room and carefully close it behind her a few minutes later. “what the hell was up with her?”

kammy smiled broadly, taking the knife from uri and slipped it into some hidden sheath of her habit. “your excuse for wanting me to kill you has just been foiled, my dear.” before uri could question her, she continued. “claragrey holo grew up wih her mother in an isolated cave down south. she’s never seen a man before in her life.”

uri’s eyes widened, and then he grinned. “a virgin.”

kammy nodded and kissed uri’s cheek quickly. “as much as we need another hand around here, i’m afraid sister claragrey won’t be here much longer. meet you tonight in the stables?”

uri nodded, bouncing on his feet like a child, and- in a moment of excitement- kissed kammy quickly on the lips. they both blushed. “see you then.”

as kammy watched uri leave down the staircase, her hand tightened on the blade in her habit. tonight, she thought, is going to be the most fun i’ve had in a long time.

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long before uri/addison was implemented in eoo there was still uri/addison smut

here's a snippet

Uri's hands bracket Addison's hips, brushing carefully over one of the angriest bruises there and god, he's doing the pinched eyebrows and the set mouth and Addison knows that expression far, far too well.

"Hey," he says, hooking his good hand around the back of Uri's neck, fingers finding the tension there and pressing. "I'm okay."

Uri's lips thin a little more at that and Addison thinks, fuck it, before tipping Uri's jaw up and licking into him, not bothering with gentle because right now neither of them need reminding of just how breakable they both are despite their perceived invincibility. Addison doesn't pull back until Uri's fingers have tightened almost painfully on the bruise on his hip; until he's forgotten it's there.

"God, I can't believe I'm saying this, but hurry and do up my shirt," Addison pants and it's actually almost painful telling Uri to put clothes on him rather than take them off. "We were late to Holo’s dinner fifteen minutes ago."

Uri's answer is to turn Addison, back him up against the wall next to the window and insinuate a thigh between his legs as he starts buttoning up Addison' shirt. Addison bucks against Uri's thigh and groans. "I hate you so much."

Uri rolls his hips and Addison chokes on air. "Oh, so that’s the reason you got into a bar fight because someone called me a golddigger," he says as he just keeps on buttoning.

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man ill tell you what i feel like shit and right now im gonna go to bed forever but at least i feel like i know how to write from uri's perspective for the first time in four years

also this isnt done but i dont think im ever gonna finish it so

"I am not staying." Despite knowing it was the best thing for both of them, seeing the explicit relief in Addison’s expression was a little painful. "I just have to ask you something. Before I sober up."

"Go ahead."

Uri fidgeted with a bracelet he was wearing. It had been so much easier to ask Olivia because even though the answer was harsh, it was one he was expecting. He wasn’t sure what to expect from Addison. "Was our relationship a mistake to you?" His voice didn’t crack despite the stinging in his eyes, and he was thankful.

Addison’s expression was one of pure shock. "Of course not."

"What?" And Uri really hadn’t been anticipated something like that. Stuttered reaffirmations that Addison had loved Uri, but. Awkward fidgeting and nervous smiles that seemed to be all Addison was willing to give him these days. Maybe finally stating what Uri knew as the truth: he had been loved, appreciated, treated well enough for it to be an incredible memory, but at the end of the day Uriah Proaxt was one of the secrets of the Brain Trust, the young and beautiful but obnoxious assistant King Addison had been fucking behind closed doors for fifteen years. It was strange- uncharacteristic- to see Addison looking at him in pity but certainty, saying that of course Uri hadn’t been a mistake. 

Addison scoffed, running a hand through his hair- which was darker and shorter than ever, but Uri liked it on him, it made him looked younger. "You were not a mistake, Uri. You were… you were the best thing that ever happened to me."

It was Uri’s turn to look absolutely shocked, both at the honesty behind the statement and the romanticism of it, and he stumbled backwards to sit on the palace bed. "What?" This time, his voice did crack.

And Addison finally looked uncomfortable, finally began stuttering. "You… I- I mean, I know I n-never… you knew that, Uri."

Uri’s mind was racing. He knew that? How could… "I did not." He began to feel slightly hysterical, nothing making sense like it should. "I did not know that."

"You…" Addison leaned carefully against an empty dresser. He was starting to look panicked alongside Uri, and Uri remember that well, how Addison couldn’t be around someone in distress without freaking out himself. "I loved you. I was going to marry you."

For the first time that night, Uri thought that the entire thing- the admission of you were the best thing that ever happened to me- was a lie, simply because he knew that wedding plans had been. "That was going to be a publicity scam. To get tabloid attention away from the GenGens."

"Are you stupid?" Addison’s expression was incredulous to say the least, and his tone harsh, like even thinking that was insulting him. "Where did you get that idea?"

And at Addison’s disbelief, Uri thought for the first time about where he had gotten that idea. The realization felt like a kick to the face. "Claragrey."

Addison sighed. "God damn, Uriah."

"It was not… you wanted to marry me." Uri wished the information- Addison considered him the best thing to ever happen to him, Addison wanted to marry him, Claragrey had lied to him to try to sabotage his relationship- changed things between them, knowing that nothing ever could. It still felt both amazing and horrible to find out after almost twenty years after the fact.

"Yeah. "