Truths into Facts. (Pandora Hearts, Jack/Oz )
Title: Truths into Facts.
Fandom: Pandora Hearts.
Warnings: None.
Characters/couples: Jack/Oz.
Summary: The eyes that look back at Oz are the same shade of green, and yet they are different. Not quite a dream, then.
Rating: PG.
A/N: Written for springkink: Pandora Hearts, Jack/Oz, mirrorplay; He was a refraction of your true self and that scared you.
Truths into Facts.
Oz knows that it's a dream because everything is dark and everything is peaceful. There is no noise, barely a heartbeat that he supposes must be his.
There is a mirror, polished like silver, a golden frame around it, golden leaves and flowers that are barely this side of tasteful rather than overbearing. Oz approaches it, touches the surface, unsurprised when the hand on the mirror is his for a moment and then it isn't, how it changes, a gloved hand against the reflection of his naked hand.
The eyes that look back at him are the same shade of green, and yet they are different. The face is similar, too, not quite a reflection but close. Not quite a dream, then.
"Jack," he says, and the not-reflection smiles.
"Hello, Oz."
Oz closes his eyes, leans his forehead against the mirror and he breaths. A few seconds go by and then it's as if he was dreaming, the mirror melting around him, and Jack's arms are around him. Oz tries to imagine that Jack's clothes smell of something, the same way he can almost feel his warmth.
Or maybe it's the other way around. Jack is the one who's warm and Oz is merely the reflection. It would make sense, that. It all would make much more sense like that.
Jack rubs his hand, hums softly, barely above his breathing, some nonsense melody. There is a heartbeat and Oz decides that it's Jack's as he holds unto him, deciding that he's the dream, he's the one who doesn't exist. There is a pulse against his lips, when he kisses Jack's neck, and that must count for something, for exactly the same sound he makes when Jack kisses him, soft.
Later, Oz supposes he wakes up, maybe. Perhaps.
Title: Wanted to Break.
Fandom: Pandora Hearts.
Warnings: Violent imagery and incest.
Characters/couples: Vincent, Gil. (Implied Vincent/Gilbert)
Summary: Vincent knows the name of the one who will kill him.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Written for springkink: Pandora Hearts, Gil/Vincent: rough sex - this glorious darkness in you
Wanted to Break.
There is a look Gilbert gets sometimes: pure, clear anger behind his eyes. It transforms his face, the way his jaw clenches, how he frowns, and he looks as if he could kill. It's then that Vincent loves his brother the best, it's then when he thinks 'we're brothers, my only brother, my only real brother', and it's then that he wonders when, just when will Gilbert turn to look at him and look at him like that.
It's coming, Vincent knows. Soon enough, Gilbert will kill him. With his gun, most likely, a clear shot against his heart, so that his cursed blood runs free. Maybe, if Vincent is lucky, Gil will kill him with his hands wrapped tight around his throat, Gil on top of him, his body warm and that anger focused on him and only him. When Vincent thinks about that, he can't stop himself from getting hard, for the little thrill that runs down his back, the warmth that wraps itself around him.
Gil will kill him and protect those he loves, and he'll be looking at him with hate and anger and Vincent will be the only person in Gil's mind and heart for that glorious moment, and then he that fire will kill him, and Gil will finally be free.
He can hardly wait.
Fandom: Pandora Hearts.
Warnings: None.
Characters/couples: Jack/Oz.
Summary: The eyes that look back at Oz are the same shade of green, and yet they are different. Not quite a dream, then.
Rating: PG.
A/N: Written for springkink: Pandora Hearts, Jack/Oz, mirrorplay; He was a refraction of your true self and that scared you.
Truths into Facts.
Oz knows that it's a dream because everything is dark and everything is peaceful. There is no noise, barely a heartbeat that he supposes must be his.
There is a mirror, polished like silver, a golden frame around it, golden leaves and flowers that are barely this side of tasteful rather than overbearing. Oz approaches it, touches the surface, unsurprised when the hand on the mirror is his for a moment and then it isn't, how it changes, a gloved hand against the reflection of his naked hand.
The eyes that look back at him are the same shade of green, and yet they are different. The face is similar, too, not quite a reflection but close. Not quite a dream, then.
"Jack," he says, and the not-reflection smiles.
"Hello, Oz."
Oz closes his eyes, leans his forehead against the mirror and he breaths. A few seconds go by and then it's as if he was dreaming, the mirror melting around him, and Jack's arms are around him. Oz tries to imagine that Jack's clothes smell of something, the same way he can almost feel his warmth.
Or maybe it's the other way around. Jack is the one who's warm and Oz is merely the reflection. It would make sense, that. It all would make much more sense like that.
Jack rubs his hand, hums softly, barely above his breathing, some nonsense melody. There is a heartbeat and Oz decides that it's Jack's as he holds unto him, deciding that he's the dream, he's the one who doesn't exist. There is a pulse against his lips, when he kisses Jack's neck, and that must count for something, for exactly the same sound he makes when Jack kisses him, soft.
Later, Oz supposes he wakes up, maybe. Perhaps.
Title: Wanted to Break.
Fandom: Pandora Hearts.
Warnings: Violent imagery and incest.
Characters/couples: Vincent, Gil. (Implied Vincent/Gilbert)
Summary: Vincent knows the name of the one who will kill him.
Rating: PG13
A/N: Written for springkink: Pandora Hearts, Gil/Vincent: rough sex - this glorious darkness in you
Wanted to Break.
There is a look Gilbert gets sometimes: pure, clear anger behind his eyes. It transforms his face, the way his jaw clenches, how he frowns, and he looks as if he could kill. It's then that Vincent loves his brother the best, it's then when he thinks 'we're brothers, my only brother, my only real brother', and it's then that he wonders when, just when will Gilbert turn to look at him and look at him like that.
It's coming, Vincent knows. Soon enough, Gilbert will kill him. With his gun, most likely, a clear shot against his heart, so that his cursed blood runs free. Maybe, if Vincent is lucky, Gil will kill him with his hands wrapped tight around his throat, Gil on top of him, his body warm and that anger focused on him and only him. When Vincent thinks about that, he can't stop himself from getting hard, for the little thrill that runs down his back, the warmth that wraps itself around him.
Gil will kill him and protect those he loves, and he'll be looking at him with hate and anger and Vincent will be the only person in Gil's mind and heart for that glorious moment, and then he that fire will kill him, and Gil will finally be free.
He can hardly wait.