Aces Wild, Magnificent Seven, Ezra/Vin
Hey, do you guys remember that one comm, contrelamontre, that was really awesome a couple of years ago and then it kind of died out?
Yeah, 3lbsponge is trying to revive it. What a brilliant idea.
And because I think it's such a brilliant idea, I'm (trying) to contribute fic.
My first Mag7 fic ever, to be exact.
All right, the point of the comm is to write a story in x-amount of (this case, 45) minutes. The story isn't as polished as I would normally like to have it, therefore it's not going in any comms but contrelamontre, ever. You don't even have to read it especially since I know I'm falling into at least two of the learnings from the How To Get People To NOT Read Your Story course XD But I have popped my Mag7-fic-writing cherry. Therefore, it is...well, it's acceptable, I think.
Title: Aces Wild
Fandom: Magnificent Seven, ATF AU
Rating: Pants on. Well. They're off at one point, but non-descriptively removed.
Pairing: Ezra Standish/Vin Tanner
Notes: For the contrelamontre cards challenge. This is my first completed fic in a really long time. And, faux pas though it may be, I'm admitting that this is my first Mag7 fic. Also, I suck at titles. I own up to this fact.
Disclaimer: People who are not me own Mag7.
In Ezra's hands, the playing cards fluttered and slid together with perfect ease. Not a single foul-up to be had. When Vin had tried to recreate the trick later (with a crisp, brand new deck Ezra had given him months ago and he hadn't touched since), all he succeeded in was playing 52 card pick-up. Ezra, though. Ezra could bend his hands enough to contain them all, with enough skill to make it look simple.
Seemed like Ezra could do that to a lot of things. Like Vin, liquor-pliant from a good three hours at Inez's but not enough so that it was really an excuse. The snow was starting to fall thick and light. Ezra had looked up at it, out at the parking lot blanketed in it and the street, without any of his normal displease. Only a few tire tracks shone filthy in the streetlights. Flakes were falling fast enough to cover them back up, like tide coming in the wrong direction rushing down to fill up scars left in a white-sand beach.
"Ah," Ezra breathed into the night. "This would be why I tolerate the damnable climate." He looked up, into the oncoming snow like a plant soaking up the sun. Vin stared at him, feeling inelegant and fuzzy-headed. Ezra tilted his head back toward him, shining Vin with a pleased little smile. It made Vin feel like he was witness to something special that had nothing to do with the weather.
Vin knew the beauty of the natural world. He knew how to survive in it. It was the thing his grandfather had instilled in him. He saw something threatening in a snowy night. It was nature testing you.
Ezra saw snow as a completely different function, as a reward for making it through another day, another week, another month of winter.
It was.
It was different from most else Vin was familiar with, just like everything else about Ezra.
Before Vin knew it, the steam of his breath was indistinguishable from Ezra's. The pause between that and the kiss seemed to go on forever, but Vin only felt it as one thundering heartbeat from the next.
His palm found the back of Ezra's head, his fingers the thick wool of his coat. Ezra's hand cupped his face, warmed his cheek. Vin didn't even realize how cold he had been. Hadn't realized how much he wanted it, either.
There were a lot of things Vin hadn't realized, wasn't sure he wanted to when he woke up the next morning and the weight of it all settled in the back of his shoulders. When he woke up in Ezra's bed, naked and alone, he thought of Mondays and whether or not Ezra would leave it if he blamed it on beer, even knowing he wouldn't do it. Vin Tanner did not take a coward's way out.
He stumbled around the unfamiliar bedroom, using pre-dawn glow to look for his clothes. He carried his sweater, pulling it on as he made his way down the hallway and stubbed his toe on a baseboard. The first thing he saw when he got it past his face was Ezra frozen at his kitchen table, hovering in the middle of turning over a card. They stared at each other, both of them acting like deer in headlights. This time the pause went on, it dragged on no matter how many times Vin's heart pounded on his ribs.
"Good morning," Ezra said, finally. "There is certainly no need to rush off into the frozen dawn without at least a warm meal."
Vin smiled, without thinking about it. Ezra returned it, finished laying down his cards and shuffled them back together.
"What is your customary morning fare?" Ezra asked with a smile.
Yeah, 3lbsponge is trying to revive it. What a brilliant idea.
And because I think it's such a brilliant idea, I'm (trying) to contribute fic.
My first Mag7 fic ever, to be exact.
All right, the point of the comm is to write a story in x-amount of (this case, 45) minutes. The story isn't as polished as I would normally like to have it, therefore it's not going in any comms but contrelamontre, ever. You don't even have to read it especially since I know I'm falling into at least two of the learnings from the How To Get People To NOT Read Your Story course XD But I have popped my Mag7-fic-writing cherry. Therefore, it is...well, it's acceptable, I think.
Title: Aces Wild
Fandom: Magnificent Seven, ATF AU
Rating: Pants on. Well. They're off at one point, but non-descriptively removed.
Pairing: Ezra Standish/Vin Tanner
Notes: For the contrelamontre cards challenge. This is my first completed fic in a really long time. And, faux pas though it may be, I'm admitting that this is my first Mag7 fic. Also, I suck at titles. I own up to this fact.
Disclaimer: People who are not me own Mag7.
In Ezra's hands, the playing cards fluttered and slid together with perfect ease. Not a single foul-up to be had. When Vin had tried to recreate the trick later (with a crisp, brand new deck Ezra had given him months ago and he hadn't touched since), all he succeeded in was playing 52 card pick-up. Ezra, though. Ezra could bend his hands enough to contain them all, with enough skill to make it look simple.
Seemed like Ezra could do that to a lot of things. Like Vin, liquor-pliant from a good three hours at Inez's but not enough so that it was really an excuse. The snow was starting to fall thick and light. Ezra had looked up at it, out at the parking lot blanketed in it and the street, without any of his normal displease. Only a few tire tracks shone filthy in the streetlights. Flakes were falling fast enough to cover them back up, like tide coming in the wrong direction rushing down to fill up scars left in a white-sand beach.
"Ah," Ezra breathed into the night. "This would be why I tolerate the damnable climate." He looked up, into the oncoming snow like a plant soaking up the sun. Vin stared at him, feeling inelegant and fuzzy-headed. Ezra tilted his head back toward him, shining Vin with a pleased little smile. It made Vin feel like he was witness to something special that had nothing to do with the weather.
Vin knew the beauty of the natural world. He knew how to survive in it. It was the thing his grandfather had instilled in him. He saw something threatening in a snowy night. It was nature testing you.
Ezra saw snow as a completely different function, as a reward for making it through another day, another week, another month of winter.
It was.
It was different from most else Vin was familiar with, just like everything else about Ezra.
Before Vin knew it, the steam of his breath was indistinguishable from Ezra's. The pause between that and the kiss seemed to go on forever, but Vin only felt it as one thundering heartbeat from the next.
His palm found the back of Ezra's head, his fingers the thick wool of his coat. Ezra's hand cupped his face, warmed his cheek. Vin didn't even realize how cold he had been. Hadn't realized how much he wanted it, either.
There were a lot of things Vin hadn't realized, wasn't sure he wanted to when he woke up the next morning and the weight of it all settled in the back of his shoulders. When he woke up in Ezra's bed, naked and alone, he thought of Mondays and whether or not Ezra would leave it if he blamed it on beer, even knowing he wouldn't do it. Vin Tanner did not take a coward's way out.
He stumbled around the unfamiliar bedroom, using pre-dawn glow to look for his clothes. He carried his sweater, pulling it on as he made his way down the hallway and stubbed his toe on a baseboard. The first thing he saw when he got it past his face was Ezra frozen at his kitchen table, hovering in the middle of turning over a card. They stared at each other, both of them acting like deer in headlights. This time the pause went on, it dragged on no matter how many times Vin's heart pounded on his ribs.
"Good morning," Ezra said, finally. "There is certainly no need to rush off into the frozen dawn without at least a warm meal."
Vin smiled, without thinking about it. Ezra returned it, finished laying down his cards and shuffled them back together.
"What is your customary morning fare?" Ezra asked with a smile.