Little Dagger AU
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There’s a hand on his shoulder, and that’s all he needs to shake himself awake.
It’s pitch black. There is hardly a difference when he blinks, and it leaves him dizzy. Once he rolls over, though, the familiar shape and glow of two pure white eyes helps him orient himself in the darkness.
“Dagger?” Bad prompts in a rasping whisper.
Dagger grunts something just to let Bad know that he heard him, then swallows around the dryness in his throat. His neck is sore. His stomach feels hollow. He breathes deep and muffles a yawn with the back of his hand. “Yeah… M’up.”
Bad pats his shoulder. “Alright. Five minutes.” And then the pure white of Bad's eyes retreat into the dark.
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Or, a morning spent with hg duo, and what they do to survive the war.
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- Part 1 of Little Dagger AU
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Felps pushes himself to his feet and rounds the side of the couch. Making a mental note to himself to get the cracked peephole lens replaced, he undoes the locks and opens the door.
Piercing blue eyes. “Hey.”
Felps slams the door.
Or he tries to, at least, but a muddy boot jams itself between the door and the frame before it can click shut. “Shit,” Felps hisses and shoves himself away on reflex, stumbling into the back of the couch. His guts twist with old pain and renewed fear as the door swings inward with a high, wailing creeeeeeeeaaaak, revealing the face that Felps had hoped he’d only ever see in newsreels from now on.
Cell is standing on Felps’ doorstep, mouth curling upward in some twisted facsimile of delight. The flicker of the TV light against his face casts sharp shadows across him. “Felps. Long time, no see. Did you miss me?”
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Or, a month after the prison break from Alcatraz, Cell shows up at Felps' apartment in the middle of the night, claiming he wants to have a little chat with his old 'friend.' Things devolve from there.
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- Part 1 of Cellmates, roommates—what's the difference?
- Part 2 of Little Dagger AU
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Shared Living Space by BecausePlot
Fandoms: QSMP | Quackity SMP, Fuga Impossível (Web Series)
07 Feb 2024
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“What?” says Cell. He laughs, a creaky, lopsided sound. “‘Ground rules’? What are— What are you talking about? What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re being…weird today.”
“What I’m trying to be is realistic,” Felps replies. “This isn’t Alcatraz, Cell. It’s my fucking apartment. I can’t seem to get rid of you, and you clearly want to be here because you keep breaking in, and if either of us do anything to attack or expose the other, everything goes to shit.”
He throws out a hand. “So here we are. We’re stuck together. Might as well try to make this tolerable.”
Cell stares. For all the deals, threats, and blackmailing he did in Alcatraz, it seems Cell never once considered the idea of a mutually-beneficial compromise, because this is the closest Felps has seen the man to genuinely perplexed.
Cell opens his mouth: “Felps I have no idea what you’re on about.”
Okay, that’s fucking funny.
“What I mean,” Felps elaborates, trying to keep his tone even and reasonable, “is that if you’re going to be here, you need to make some concessions. Like taking your boots off.”
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Or, Felps attempts to negotiate a roommate agreement with Brazil's most wanted cannibal murderer.
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- Part 2 of Cellmates, roommates—what's the difference?
- Part 3 of Little Dagger AU
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The situation, it seems, is as follows: Felps is lying on his back on the couch, still wearing his uniform, with a pillow pressed into his face like he's trying very, very hard to smother himself with it.
Cellbit sits himself down on the floor with his side against the foot of the couch, right by Felps. He plants an elbow on the cushions and drops his chin into the heel of his hand. "So. Who do I need to kill?"
Felps groans again and shifts the pillow off his face just enough to free his mouth. "Me. Kill me, please. Kill me. Literally just kill me."
"Ehhh," Cellbit says. "You know, I did that once, and you didn't like me very much after that."
"Cellbit I am begging you. You'd be doing me a favor."
"Mm, no. I don't think so." He pokes one of the fingers Felps has dug into the cushion. "Now come on—a name, an address. Give me something to work with here, Felps."
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Or, exactly how much Cellbit cares about Felps.
[Takes place a couple years after the events of Miss Me? and Shared Living Space. See author's notes for more details!]
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- Part 3 of Cellmates, roommates—what's the difference?
- Part 4 of Little Dagger AU