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rjhpandapaws · 4 years ago

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Secure the Stage

Ch 3: Playing with Fire.

His plan to help Silas as often as possible fell apart almost right out of the gate. It crumbled under the weight of the culmination of things Allen had left unaccounted for, starting with the fact that it was based around his schedule. He worked full time and took night classes. Silas was a full time day student, worked part time at Forever 21, and whatever time wasn’t spent at those places was spent at the theater. Which would have been fine, if they both weren’t busy when Silas had time to spend at the theater. Allen had gotten used to stealing short conversations if his break lined up with one of Silas’s smoke breaks. Allen had learned a few things about Silas in those stolen moments. Silas didn’t typically say much about himself, but when he let too much slip he would stiffen up and curl in on himself like he was trying to hide from it. Allen learned not to ask about personal things; if Silas had something he was comfortable with Allen knowing he would share it. His favorite thing though, was when Silas would talk about the theater. HIs carefully crafted mask would fall away, he would light up and lose himself in the moment. It was something Allen was relatively sure only a few people got to see, so he cherished it. Being around Silas was surprisingly easy. There was just something about him that pulled people in, even when he clearly had one of his masks on. It was his first time around someone who was closed off and distant without being cold or rude about it. The odd thing about it was that everyone around Silas seemed to believe that they knew him well even if they didn’t. Honestly neither did Allen. There was just something in the way Silas was that allowed people to feel that way.

When Allen arrived at the station in the morning he found the side entrance and blocked open with the doorstop. The sight had him a little on edge, the theater wasn’t booked for anything until rehearsal in the afternoon. There wasn’t anything out of place, but as he got closer to the auditorium he could hear singing. It was Silas. Which was also abnormal given that it was eight in the morning on a Monday. He entered the auditorium to find Silas sitting on a blue work tarp in the middle of the stage surrounded by set pieces and buckets of paint Music was playing through the sound system so he found safe to assume Silas had his phone hooked up it. Allen used the side stairs to get to the stage and made his way toward the other brunette. Silas didn’t notice him until his shadow fell across the tarp. He jumped and scrambled to pause the music, smearing wet paint over his jeans in the process. “Hey.” Silas said with a smile, and when he looked up at Allen there was a smear of yellow paint on his cheek, “What’s up?” “Hey.” Allen parroted as he surveyed the barely contained mess of props, set pieces and paint. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” “Classes are online for the time being. There was a fire on campus over the weekend so they have to rebuild things.” He gestured to the mess with paint stained hands, “I picked up a couple of extra shifts at work, but the rest of my time is going to be spent here.” Allen had heard about the fire from the news but hadn’t connected it with the college of performing arts that Silas attended, “That sucks. I’m sorry about your school.”

Silas gave a noncommittal shrug, “It’s just a building, and no one was hurt so things should be back to business as usual in a few months.” Allen was honestly a bit surprised at how nonchalant Silas seemed to be about this, “That’s one way to look at it I suppose.” He was trying to keep off the tarp since he had his work shoes on and noticed Silas was barefoot, “So you have a key to the side door then?” “Kinda.” Silas answered vaguely, and for curiosity’s sake Allen motioned for him to continue. “This place is pretty old, and that door in particular is pretty picky. So unless you have the deadbolt turned just the right way it doesn’t lock. It’ll look locked though; one stiff push from the outside and you’re in.” Allen wasn’t gonna say it out loud, but that was pretty impressive. Silas seemed to know this old building pretty well. Which given the amount of time he spent here, shouldn’t have been as surprising as it was, “So you broke in.” “If you want to get technical about it, sure.” Silas objected dismissively, “Though personally I only use that term if I have to use the fire escape or the delivery entrance to get inside.” “Why not just wait for someone to let you in.” That seemed easier in Allen’s opinion. “Because nobody gets here until like eight.” He remarked as he reached for the paint brush again, smearing more wet paint up his arm, “I get here at six. Seven if I take a cab.” “Does the owner know?” He asked. “James? Yeah. Why do you think I know the code to the security system?” He picked up the set piece he had been working on and got back to painting.

Allen realized two things in rabid succession in that moment; he’d forgotten to disarms the security system, and apparently Silas had beat him to it anyway, “Well, I should be getting to work then.” Silas lifted his free hand in an absent wave and didn’t look up as Allen left, “I’ll be here if you get bored.” The same music as before came to life as he got to the doors to the main lobby. He decided he would give the rest of the building a once over before he headed to the surveillance room. Other than finding the concession stand open and a sticky note on the turned on coffee machine that said ‘Help yourself :)’ which hadn’t been there the day before, nothing was wrong. He poured himself some, added his usual amounts of cream and sugar, and headed to the surveillance room. This was the part of his job that he disliked the most because it was so boring. In the afternoon when things were a bit more lively, there would be someone else back here and he would be able to walk around. Silas was the other other person at the theater so there wasn’t much to see. He passed the hours by alternating between scrolling through his phone and checking the cameras. He was scrolling through his phone reading so he jumped slightly when he heard the door creak open. He looked up to find Silas peeking his head in. “I was gonna go and grab some food before everyone else got here this afternoon.” Silas started, and Allen was amused to find some more brightly colored paint on his face and some even streaked through his hair where he had pushed it out of his face. “Did you want anything?” “You might want to clean up a bit first. You’ve got paint all over your face.” Allen glanced at the time and stood with a slight groan, “I’ll take my lunch break and come with you. The person working the afternoon shift should be here soon.”

Silas out a hand to his cheek feeling over the paint that was there. It was dry so when he pulled his hand away nothing was on his fingers and he shrugged, “This stuff is a pain in the ass to get off so I’ll just shower when I get home.” Allen put his phone in his pocket and wrote out a quick note to whoever was coming in after him in case they weren’t back in time, “Alright. What are you in the mood for?” “Chinese.” Silas said as he moved back into the hall. Allen followed after him, catching the door before it closed. “There’s this place down the street; the outside doesn’t look like much; but the sweet and sour pork is to die for.” “I’ll take a word for it.” He said with a laugh. “Are we walking or driving?” “It’s pretty close, so probably walking if you don’t mind.” Silas said as he turned to go through the auditorium. Allen noticed he was still barefoot. “You might want to get some shoes on first though.” He remarked, “If you cut your feet up too much you won’t be able to perform.” “Motherfucker!” Silas shouted as he looked down at his feet. He turned to look at Allen, “One sec okay?” Allen watched him take a running leap onto the stage. He walked toward the right stage wing and came back with a pair of high-top converse. He sat on the edge of the stage and put sock on and then his shoes, afterwards he hopped of the stage and walked toward Allen. “Alright. I’m ready.” They headed for the side door. Silas let him leave first and then did the trick with the lock before he left as well.

True to Silas’s description, Chinese Gardens didn’t look like much from the outside. Allen wouldn’t have known this was a restaurant if Silas hadn’t pointed it out. Silas got the door for him as they went inside and Allen hesitated a bit when he saw the lunch crowd. “Is takeout okay?” He asked, his lunch break wasn’t long enough to wait out a crowd like this. “Takeout is just fine.” Silas looked around the restaurant from where they stood. “I didn’t realize it was going to be this busy. We can just head to the counter and order and then when its up we’ll be on our way.” Allen stepped up to the counter to order. He chose the sweet and sour lunch combination and paid. Silas did the same and stood beside him as they waited. When they got back to the theater, the first thing Silas did was get out of his shoes and socks, then he joined Allen at the front of the stage to eat. “So this might be dumb to ask,” Allen stated and gestured to Silas using his chopsticks, “But why do you always have your shoes off? Every time I see you around here you’re barefoot.” “I’m just more comfortable with them off.” He gestured to his feet with a slight smile, “If I’m not in an environment that strictly requires shoes I am gonna be barefoot.” Allen shook his head at that even though he was wearing a fond smile, “What happens if you step on something you shouldn’t? Like glass, or something?” “Pull it out and hope for the best.” Was the reply that he got, and it didn’t help his concerns at all.

They passed the rest of his lunch break with idle conversation. Allen tried asking about the play, but Silas kept tight lipped like usual. The only thing he gave freely was that they were ahead of schedule rehearsal wise. When his lunch break ended he stood to go open the main doors and get back to work since the practice would be starting soon. Any time that he was near the auditorium he would try and listen in on the rehearsal. Today wasn’t going all that great if the number of times he heard an exasperated “let’s take it from the top” come from Silas over the sound system. At the end of his shift he found himself making his way to the auditorium. What he found was Silas sitting outside the left stage wing dogging through his bag like his life depended on it. He was looking for something important it seemed. When he came away with what he was looking for he straightened up and let out a sound of victory. “What were you looking for?” Allen asked as Silas made his way to the edge of the stage and jumped off. “My lighter.” He remarked after he landed, “It was a gift, so I don’t want to lose it.” He made his way to the side door and turned back toward Allen, “I’m going out for a smoke break. Care to join me?” He gave that smile again, the one that disarmed Allen. It lit up Silas’s dark brown eyes and dared Allen to do something he might regret. “I don’t smoke but I wouldn’t mind joining you out there.” “I know you don’t smoke. You turn me down ever time I offer you one.” Silas remarked as they stepped outside.

Silas took a few steps away from him once they got outside. He pulled a black box of cigarettes out of his pants pocket followed by an engraved silver lighter. Allen watched him relax as he breathed in the smoke and then let it out a few moments later as a content sigh. He was curious where Silas had picked up the habit, but wasn’t sure how to ask without coming across like an ass. “So how was rehearsal?” He asked for the sake of making conversation. Silas groaned and took a long drag from the cigarette. he tipped his head back and let the smoke out in an upward plume. If anyone asked him, Allen would deny the fact that he traced the column of Silas’s throat with his eyes. he was pulled back to the conversation when the other brunette started speaking again. “Horrible.” He said with a sigh, “We’re far enough ahead of schedule that it didn’t actually hurt anything. It’s just frustrating you know? But that’s what I get for bragging I guess.” He held the cigarette between his lips and moved to sit on the short stone wall. He continued once he was situated, “I run my mouth to a few friends about how well things are going and then it all falls apart. Though its better that it happened now instead of on opening night I suppose.” Allen leaned back against the wall and rested his elbows on it, “You’ll do fine. I’ve only been here a couple of months, but from the things I’ve heard the plays you’re a part of always seem to do well.” Silas gave him a tight smile. That apparently hadn’t been the right thing to say. He took another drag and breathed out the smoke while he was speaking, “I they plays I’m in do well. The ones I write and direct tend to fall through.”

“So you’re not in this one then?” He asked. “I am. I took two minor roles that no one auditioned for.” There was another pause as Silas took another puff from his cigarette. “I do a little talking and have about ten minutes of stage time.” “You do a lot here.” Allen remarked, “You do a lot of for this place; acting, writing, directing, building sets, painting them, and probably other things too. Why not just go to a better theater? You’d probably find more recognition that way.” Silas gestured to the side entrance like that would somehow make things more clear. “Don’t get me wrong, when I got into this in high school I was chasing the Broadway pipedream. When I got to college, my freshman year we had to do a project on local theaters and why they fail.” Another puff of smoke as Silas looked like he was getting lost in memoires, “I leaned just how many theaters like this one get shut down because no one cares, and I decided I wanted to keep that from happening.” This was one of those rare moments when Silas had all his walls down and was completely unguarded, and he didn’t seem to notice. “Established theaters are great for exposure which is great; but I want to grow a love of theater in other people. So here I am.” He snuffed out the butt of that cigarette and lit another one. Today must have been pretty rough, he usually stopped at one. He must have had an odd expression on his face when Silas turned to face him again. “What’s with that look?” Silas asked, “Its only my third one today. After this one I’ll head back in and we can clean up a bit.”

“I was just surprised. You normally only have one and then we head back inside.” Allen clarified. Silas just chuckled, “Today’s a two smoke kinda day. Its nice out and I have good company.” “I suppose that’s true.” He conceded. “You look like you want to give me a health lecture.” Silas remarked as he turned on the wall to face him, “My brother is a nursing student so I’ve probably heard it. But if it makes you fee better, I’ll listen.” Allen felt a little guilty, he needed to hide his concern better if he was being this obvious about it. “You sing, and a lot of the things you do rely on your voice.” He felt like he was only making this worse for himself, “I mean, you seem to love doing this and I’d hate to see you have to stop before you’re ready to.” “I am trying to quit.” Silas said conversationally, but his coffee eyes were guarded again. Allen must have said something wrong again. “Trying being the optimal word. I’ve gotten down to having three or four in a day, but I’ve never managed to actually stop. Every time I get to the point that trying to would go well, something else gets fucked up and I start all over again.” “So it’s a stress thing?” Allen asked. “Kinda. That’s what it started out as. I like to say I do it to clear my head or collect my thoughts, which is true, but I also smoke when I’m bored or anxious. Its devolved into an all the time thing. It keeps me busy and that’s why its such a fucking crutch.” He took another deep drag and let it out slowly, the tension that had built during their conversation hid frame as he did, “I’m trying to quit now too. I’m trying to keep under a pack a day now, and then once that’s successful I’ll work my way down from there and hope for the best. The usual.” He waved a hand dismissively. “I can, uh. If you want, I could give you my number. Then if you need a distraction you could call me instead.” He suggested, trying to keep casual about it, “We could talk or if its real bad I could come and hang out.”

Silas’s guard came down a little bit at that, “I’d appreciate that. Thank you Allen.” He held the cigarette between his lips again and checked his pockets for his phone. “Fuck.” He groaned when he came away with nothing, “It’s still in the fucking sound booth.” Allen took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Silas, “I’ll just send you a text and then you’ll have my number. Problem solved.” Silas nodded and took the offered phone. He had it for a moment and when he handed it back Theater Bitch <3 was his newest contact. Allen couldn’t help the smile that curled as his lips. “Nicknames huh?” He asked and Silas laughed. “Did you expect anything else of me?” Silas quipped back. Allen shook his head, “Not really no.” Silas put a hand over his heart in mock offense, “You are so rude to me. I provide you free entertainment and this is the thanks I get.” Allen laughed and rolled his eyes, “You are so dramatic.” “What part of Theater Bitch didn’t you get?” He joked as he snuffed out the half finished cigarette. he got down off the wall and threw the cigarette in the trash, “Let’s get the stage cleaned up.” Allen was privately glad that Silas hadn’t finished the second cigarette, “Alright. Let’s go.” Silas dusted off his bare feet when they got back inside. His phone was still playing music in the auditorium which reminded him he still had a text to send. He did that while Silas made his way to the stage wing to get the cleaning supplies.

Allen: Guess who Theater Bitch :)

Neither of them were ready for the sudden mash of piano keys that was apparently Silas’s text tone to come over the speakers. Allen jumped and hear Silas yell “Oh fuck!” from the stage wing. When Silas came out of it he had the broom and dry mop. The tarp, paint, as well as all the things he had been painting looked like they had already been put away. That left them to breakdown the props from rehearsal, then sweep and mop. Allen used the stairs to get to the stage. “What do you need me to do?” He asked as Silas leaned the broom and dry mop against the wall. “Same as last time. We’ll breakdown sets and then I’ll do the rest on my own.” His tone was all business as he fell back into his work oriented mindset. Allen nodded and they worked in relative silence after that because there wasn’t much to say. Silas would get absorbed in his work and start singing along to whatever was playing. Silas would seem to become hyper aware of Allen’s presence and then stop abruptly, only to start again a little while later. The cycle continued until the cleaning was done and he had taken his phone out of the sound booth. The laugh he had let out when he saw the message from him was one of the highlights of Allen’s afternoon. Allen was about to speak when Silas cut him off, “Fuck. My ride is here, I’ve gotta go.” He grabbed his bag, tossed his shoes in it, and leapt off the stage. “I’ll text you later! See you tomorrow Al!” He booked it down the hall and Allen heard the side door slam behind him.

That at least answered one of his questions, Silas didn’t need a ride home today. He sighed and headed for his truck. He didn’t have classes this evening, so it was a go home and relax kind of night. His plans consisted of going home, making dinner, and then either playing his guitar or studying depending on what kind of mood he was in. When he was about halfway home his phone vibrated with a message, it was most likely Silas or one of his hook up apps. He wasn’t in the mood tonight so he hoped it was Silas, though he wouldn’t know until he got back to the house. One of his roommates had parked in his spot so he swore under his breath and parked on the street. His mood improved some when he saw he had a message from Silas rather than a notification from one of his “dating” apps.

Theater Bitch <3: Guess who :) Theater Bitch <3: Sorry for running out on you! I have a friend coming over and I needed to clean my apartment

Allen: You’re good. Have fun!

Theater Bitch <3: Thanks Theater Bitch <3: Will I be seeing you tomorrow?

Allen: Yup

Theater Bitch <3: Cool. Have a good night :)

Allen: You too

He was in a better mood when he got out of his truck and made his way inside. He took his shoes off by the door and made his way up to his room to change out of his uniform. Once he was in more comfortable clothes he grabbed a couple packs of ramen to cook and headed back downstairs.

With something that could be considered dinner made, and his roommates successfully dodged so far, he made his way back up to his room. He turned on the tv so he would have some background noise while he ate. When he was done he switched from what he was watching over to music so he could study. He had just gotten settled in with his laptop when his phone vibrated again. he wasn’t expecting any messages, but checked it anyway on the off chance that it was something important. He found that Silas had sent a picture. Allen opened it and his eyebrows took a hike toward his hairline. Silas was in a t-shirt and thigh high socks. There was a band logo on the shirt, but Allen wouldn’t be able to say what band it was for because he was a little distracted. Silas had taken the picture in a full length mirror, and the hand that wasn’t holding the phone was lifting the hemline of the shirt in a way that made it clear there was nothing underneath it without giving anything else away. The caption came a few moments later.

Theater Bitch <3: Still coming over? <3

Allen had to blink a few times in an attempt to get his brain back online. He had personally planned to wait a little longer before he approached the topic, but if Silas was ready he wasn’t about to say no. He was working on his reply when Silas started sending messages again.

Theater Bitch <3: I am SO sorry! Theater Bitch <3: That was meant for a different friend! Theater Bitch <3: I just hit the most recent contact Theater Bitch <3: You can keep it if you want though <3 Theater Bitch <3: I wouldn’t be opposed to you staying the night ;) Theater Bitch <3: Just not tonight though

Allen: No problem Allen: I’ll think about it ;) Allen: Have fun and be safe.

Doing this was risky, he liked Silas. It wasn’t the first time he got a little too close to the fire; his last burn was still healing. He found himself saving the picture anyway. Silas didn’t seem to have an issue with casual sex. So long as neither of them got attached things would be fine. Good times didn’t come without some kind of risk. Allen found the thrill of playing with this flame too good to pass up. Burning to ash with him would be worth it.

#Secure the Stage #Sts #Hand Brewed Hope AU #HBH #implied bonks #dbh captain allen #captain allen #connor -60 #dbh rk800-60 #allen60

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brokenjardaantech · 4 years ago

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blog directory

10 mar 2021 update: index being updated weekly to reflect progress of Blue-tinted Red Walls.

28 jan 2021 update: finally decided to make a complete index of sorts for my fics. they will be sorted by series first and then the ficverse’s chronological within the series. please do let me know if the links are broken.

groom lake aftermath (detroit: become human/mass effect crossover) [in progress]

pairings (will be updated as series continues): hankcon, allen60, rk1700, simarkus, jon grissom/allen (jonallen), jerralph

major warnings: non-consensual body modification, canon-typical violence, mentions on parentification, temporary character death

works involved according to chronological order (note 27 Aug 2021: all allen art week entries are no longer considered hard canon and are more proto-canon, so read them with a pinch of salt concerning their place in the canonical timeline):

allen art week day 2: college au

allen art week day 1+ 7: vacation + acceptance

blue-tinted red walls (2020 dbh au big bang entry): [finished]

prologue: a mistake or accidental prophet?

chapter 1: beginnings, never expected

chapter 2: ironies and contradictions

chapter 3: a piss-poor guide on how to be (and not to be) a Human

chapter 4: out of control

chapter 5: the threads of life

chapter 6: running out of time

chapter 7: power unleashed

chapter 8: into no man’s land

chapter 9: a moment of reprieve, full with scheming and self-sacrificing idiots

chapter 10: all in

chapter 11: the luck in survivability

epilogue: after

allen art week day 5: scars (concurrent with work below)

dig site under a red sky (rk1700 december prompt fills): [finished]

day 1: meeting

day 2: secret

day 3: vulnerable

day 4, 9, 23, 28: broken/damaged; sensory overload/overheat; resurrection; instinct

day 5, 6, 13: superior/replacement; comfort; assemble/disassemble

day 7: machine

day 8, 12, 14: hands; dissimilarity; focus

day 10, 27: structure; home

day 11, 19, 20, 30: warmth; devotion; fantasy; cherish (nsfw)

day 15: snow

day 16: soulmate

day 17, 21: connection; pulse

day 22: carry

day 24: identity

day 25: mirror

day 18, 26: human; possessiveness/jealousy/greed

day 29: praise

who wrote history if there were no victors? (found family big bang entry) [in progress]

prologue: into the deep end

chapter 1: gavin’s trial (1)

the invisible price (rupert- and josh-centric)

gloves (simarkus one-shot)

allen art week [finished]

pairing(s): gen, allen60

major warnings: non-consensual body modification, canon compliant violence, mentions on parentification, temporary character death

day 1+ 7: vacation + acceptance

day 2: college au

day 3: coffee

day 4: western au

day 5: scars (nsfw)

day 6: android au

a man, an android, and a somewhere in between

fandom: detroit: become human

pairing: captain allen/simon (siallen)

major warnings: implied past non-consensual body modification on a child

the trust they lose

on a timer: discussions of future child death

abstract ghosts, concrete lives: insomnia, amnesia, flashbacks, nightmares

bricc nines (tentative)

fandom: detroit: become human

pairings: rk1700, minor simarkus

major warnings: overall dark themes, violent revolution route

only me, for you: major character death

the resurrected, cherished: nsfw, rough sex, limb removal, egg connor and nines; also prompt fill for rk1700 Blooming event

absorbance of the deep [abandoned and unfinished]

fandom: detroit: become human

rating: mature

relationship: simarkus, simon & josh & north, simon & daniel

other tags: mermay prompt challenge; sort of modern fantasy

chapter 1: first contact

chapter 2: an actual meeting

chapter 3: schemes and promises

chapter 4: that’s him?

chapter 5: rest

chapter 6: new duties

chapter 7: summary of remaining plotlines

archive [complete]

rating: M

relationship: hank anderson/connor

other tags: Archive (2020) AU, car accidents, implied sexual content

part 1

part 2

optional lore dump

an anchoring bolt [in progress]

rating: explicit

relationship: nivanfield

other tags: mpreg, canon-typical violence, non-linear narrative

Part 0: 17 Oct 2013

Part -2: 15 Jul 2013 - 17 Jul 2013

Part 1: 18 Oct 2013 - 1 Nov 2013

Part 2: 1 Nov 2013

devotion [one-shot series]

rating: explicit (in general), teen and up (select one-shots)

relationship: nivanfield

other tags: memory loss, cyborg piers, fluff, angst, smut

red snakes and multi-layered cakes

how Chris Redfield nearly lost his boyfriend

cutting edge

fragmented memories:

a walk in the park

(un)familiar faces

a temporary moment of bliss

a curve of cold

an impromptu announcement

scenes from the future (ficlet collection):

noodles

gods bound by rules

rating: mature

relationship: allen60, future jonallen60

other tags: alternate universe - mass effect fusion, space, mild sexual content

chapter 1: the catalyst

individual works

detroit: become human

late at home:

rating: gen

relationship: hank anderson/original male character

other tags: parent!hank, kid!mermaid!connor, kid!mermaid!nines; mermaid au

markus manfred and his terrible (and amazing) summer camp experience

rating: main story teen and up, additional smut explicit

relationship: connor/markus

other tags: human au, teen au (smut is set when they are grown up)

a dream not coming true

rating: T

relationship: captain allen/original male character

other tags: suicidal thoughts, implied mpreg, implied child death, implied character death, self-hatred

eternity:

rating: M

relationship: allen/connor

other tags: Non-Explicit Sex, Getting Together, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Hopeful Ending, Fluff and Smut

if we want to

rating: T

relationship: connor/north

other tags: dirty bomb ending, pre-relationship

requirements of frog-holding

rating: G

relationship: rk1700

other tags: frogs

Allen's reflection

rating: E

relationship: jonallen (allen/oc)

other tags: demisexuality, power play, size kink, come eating, multiple orgasms, light dom/sub, stream of consciousness

practical gifts

rating: T

relationship: simarkus

other tags: loss of trust, open ending, secrecy, lying, Simon is sus

nivanfield (Chris Redfield/Piers Nivans)

i found the sea because of you:

rating: T

other tags: emotional hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, self-hatred, self-esteem issues, dissociation, ptsd

miscellaneous

a road not taken:

relationship: nero/ayel (star trek)

content warning: focus on character death

character sketch (1):

original work

a sketch in the format of two reddit posts

content warnings: amnesia, dissociation

#directory

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