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  5. Summary

    A collection of ficlets I write for my friends on Twitter, posted here for posterity and fun.

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    16 Jul 2021

  2. Public Bookmark 65

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    It’s unfortunate that Nicky was at the same nightclub as him tonight, that Joe spotted him across the room throwing back shots, that Joe was unable to look away from the long line of his throat. It’s even more unfortunate that Nicky caught his eye and smiled so fucking widely before coming over to greet him; there was no polite way to escape the interaction, and all Joe could do was match Nicky shot for shot.

    Nicky’s hand was clumsy on his arm, Nicky’s breath was mostly vodka ghosting over his face, when he leaned close and asked Joe if maybe he’d like to get out of there.

    Joe was drunk as fuck and unable to say anything besides, “Sorry, I don’t fuck Christian missionaries.”

    (In which Nicky thinks the mission trips he went on as a teen are a net positive for the world and Joe has a problem with that. (Un)Fortunately, it's not enough to stop him from hooking up with Nicky.)

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    15 Jul 2021

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    Great hate sex enemies to lovers with a modern Nicky who also fucked up religion-wise.

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    “Let’s start with an easy one: How long have you been together?”

    Joe flicks his eyes up at the ceiling as if he needs to think about this for a moment. Which he does, because he’s known Nicky all of four days.

    “Three years.”

    “It’s been nearly four," Nicky scoffs.

    “I was rounding down.”

    “Oh, now you’re rounding down? I’m sure you were rounding up when—”

    “Okay, let’s stop there,” Copley interrupts him, eyes a little wider as he scribbles down on his notepad.

    After a fight at work, their boss signs Joe and Nicky up to mandatory reconciliation therapy. Only somehow, somewhere some wires get crossed and Copley, their therapist, thinks they're there for couples therapy. And who would Joe and Nicky be to correct him if they can bet on when he'll notice instead?

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    15 Jul 2021

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    Delightful!!

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    "You're the bard?"

    "Court poet, technically, but I do the storytelling as well. Sometimes a little bit of singing, but not often."

    "You're on a quest in the mysterious forest, Joe."

    "I'm aware of the irony, yes. Thank you." Joe rolls his eyes, and a spike of fondness stabs right through Nicky's heart. 

    A reluctant hero, a dying queen, a desperate wife, a helpful guide, a magical spring, and one smartass shapeshifting weasel. These are the things fairy tales are made of.

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    10 Jul 2021

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    Very creative and emotional fairytale AU.

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    Nicolò should set up the rifle right now, make the shot, and be out of the country by lunchtime. He shouldn’t care that Joe’s eyes are a warm, deep brown, or that when he smiles the entire room lights up around him. Nico has killed beautiful people before, many of them, without blinking.

    Instead he makes a monumentally stupid decision.

    "My bad pickup line worked on you,” Joe says later at dinner. “I saw your sneer and I thought, oh, I must get that man to agree to a date with me.”

    Nico snorts. “And despite my better judgement, here we are.”

    “Oh,” Joe says, and over to touch Nico’s fingers. “I think your judgement was quite good, don’t you?”

     

    Or: Nico has a job, and that job is Joe. He just can't for the life of him figure out why anyone would want an unassuming museum curator and art restorer dead.

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    27 Jun 2021