Fake News (RPF) | Consequences | PG | Brian/Jon/Stephen
Title: Consequences
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brian/Jon/Stephen
Warning: AU; D/s.
Summary: Actions have consequences.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally written for fakenews_fanfic's drabble week.
Jon raised an eyebrow curiously when he came back from the grocery store to find Stephen in the kitchen, on his hands and knees, scrubbing intently with a toothbrush.
“What'd you do to piss off Brian?"
“Nothing!” Stephen said, pouting slightly. “He overreacted.”
“Brian. Our Brian? The stepford dom?” Jon shook his head. “What’d you do?”
“…I may have taken the ‘don’t go into my chest without permission’ rule as more a suggestion.”
Jon stared. “He keeps it locked.”
“Kind of stole the key, too.”
“...bright.”
“Yeah, not so much. Hey, want to help?”
Jon snorted. “Not on your life.”
Fandom: Fake News (RPF)
Rating: PG
Pairing: Brian/Jon/Stephen
Warning: AU; D/s.
Summary: Actions have consequences.
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: All copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. This work is not created for profit and constitutes fair use. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Originally written for fakenews_fanfic's drabble week.
Jon raised an eyebrow curiously when he came back from the grocery store to find Stephen in the kitchen, on his hands and knees, scrubbing intently with a toothbrush.
“What'd you do to piss off Brian?"
“Nothing!” Stephen said, pouting slightly. “He overreacted.”
“Brian. Our Brian? The stepford dom?” Jon shook his head. “What’d you do?”
“…I may have taken the ‘don’t go into my chest without permission’ rule as more a suggestion.”
Jon stared. “He keeps it locked.”
“Kind of stole the key, too.”
“...bright.”
“Yeah, not so much. Hey, want to help?”
Jon snorted. “Not on your life.”