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According to Patrick’s mom, ‘when you know, you know.’
It’s vague, potentially completely unhelpful, but Patrick thinks he can get that. He thinks that’s something he can understand.
He thinks maybe he’s always known.
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Patrick laughs, the neck of his beer pushing against his bottom lip. "What, like, you want to put me on my knees? Want to hear me beg?" He can't help it, can't stop himself when his tongue traces along the rim of the glass bottle. "You want me to call you daddy, Jon?"
Jonny shrugs, eyes dark. "If you want."
Patrick doesn't know what he wants, but he thinks Jonny's going to teach him.
(patrick just wants to learn)
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Patrick’s begging for something he doesn’t know how to want. He doesn’t know how to want Jonny, how to even begin to try.
But Jonny’s holding him so tightly, like he’s afraid Patrick will slip from his grasp if he doesn’t, like Patrick’s water he has to cup in his palm at the fear it’ll spill.
Patrick’s spilling, all over the edges.
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He wants Jonny to know that he means this, he means them. Everything. All of it. Because there might be so many things they can’t do, so many things they wish they could say or be but -- here, now, on a rink in Winnipeg, Patrick wants Jonny to know.
Jonny’s the love of his life, simple and plain. And he wants that to mean everything.
(or: jonny and patrick go home to winnipeg for the holidays and go ice skating, naturally.)
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“I don’t - shit - I don’t want to fuck Dylan.”
Jonny's voice is amused and dark. “You sure about that?”
Patrick nods against the pillow, bracing himself to be hit again. He feels pulled tight, stretched, like the skin of a drum. It’s intense, when he feels like this, like he’s floating; disconnected and untethered. Come on, he thinks, just one more time. Just one more.
(or: dylan asks patrick, loudly, if he'd fuck him. for scientific purposes, obviously. no one is more interested in the answer than jonny. he's dying to know, actually.)
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They hook up every Halloween and that's all it is... Until it isn't.
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01 Nov 2021
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For the longest time this fic was unofficially titled 'Kaner's not a hooker but Tazer probably wants him to be', and I really can't think of a better way to summarise it than that. Many words of Tazer fantasising, pining, jerking off, and paying for sex, because that's apparently how he rolls.
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28 Dec 2020
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The curls fall away easily, settling down Patrik’s pale back where he’s allowed the blanket to fall and nestle in his lap. There’s an angry yellow bruise following down his thin spine, and Jonathan wants to run his fingers over the knobs, but he continues to cut instead, pulling Patrik’s hair as taut as it will go before he swiftly brings the knife down, cutting close to the scalp. He is careful not to nick Patrik, working quickly and efficiently, trying to keep the hair even until all the curls are gone.
He runs his hand gently over Patrick’s head when he is done, feeling the pinpricks of hair. “I am sorry, malysh.”
Patrik shakes his head, not bothering to touch his hair. He sits quietly, looking out into the forest, tear streaks down his cheeks. Jonathan hadn’t even noticed when he began to cry.
“I think,” Patrik says, voice so low that he is barely audible, “there is no more tsesarevich.”
alternately: the anastasia au
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26 Dec 2020
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06 Aug 2020
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Everything about Patrick’s body is so at odds with itself. Jonny sometimes gets caught up in the delicacy of Patrick’s wrists, his ankles, so fragile when Jonny circles them with his big fingers, and he forgets the way Patrick carries strength in his shoulders, banded all through his core. He’s tiny and fierce, the soft glow of his skin drawing Jonny deceptively in, masking all this energy quelled just beneath the surface.
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06 Aug 2020