well i’ve been afraid of changing
you don’t even know what you’ve just unleased, emily.
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW.
okay so a lot of these will be incredibly specific and probably tailored to my unpublished monstrous brad/nate… ship study? is that a thing? like a character study but for a fic?
anyway. pain and suffering awaits!
sooooo i might have accidentally
it’s uhhh…..it’s a roadtrip with brad and ray and walt and nate and it’s fluff and i’m not sure how it happened but it did so.
if you’re interested you should maybe read it.
macbeth au » modern military
while returning to base from a gruesome battle lt. macbeth happens upon three local women who deliver him a prophecy. they tell him that he will receive a promotion from his king (major), then become king himself. at first he dismisses the news, until major duncan honors macbeth with a higher title after discovering the former thane of cawdor had been conspiring with their enemies.
macbeth tells his closest ally, sgt. lady, of the news and he concocts a plan to bring truth to the weird women’s words. together, the two kill major duncan in his sleep and blame the crime on a group of privates. fearing their safety, captains malcom and donilbain flee and are reported missing in action.
to cover their tracks and ensure macbeth’s kingship, macbeth continues to kill. he even goes so far as to kill a local family with whom lt. macduff had bonded with. macduff and malcom together decide to seek vengeance and take back the ranks that rightfully belong to them.
as macbeth’s reign of terror continues lady loses his mind. he begins walking and talking in his sleep. consumed by guilt and madness, lady takes his own life. the message of his death is delivered to macbeth the day of macduff and malcom’s return.
macbeth fights through his grief and continues on in battle. when he finally faces macduff, macbeth is slain and malcom takes his rightful place as king.
In blistering California summer weather,
I think of you. You wear Harvard well,
but whenever I remember you
you’re wearing uniform and there’s dirt
on your face. You look younger now.
I won’t pretend to understand how
the desert didn’t age you, how
of all things it was always the weather
that made you smile. Even now
I think about your face when we dug that well,
grinning wide and still smeared with dirt.
It was the first time I’d ever really seen you
instead of your rank. Do you
ever think about how
you found me once, knelt in the dirt
with a bomb? I could have weathered
anything, but the look on your face was, well,
I remember it. Even now.
I was used to seeing you every day but now
it’s been months since I’ve seen you
face to face and, well,
it’s getting a little old. How
do you expect me to act like this weather
doesn’t make me think of you with dirt
on your face? There’s dirt
here but it’s not the same. Not now.
Out there, all I wanted was for the weather
to change. I just wanted the rain. Didn’t you?
Am I the only one who remembers how
all we could do to stay cool was to splash well
water on our faces? Well,
you’ve shaved, washed the dirt
off your face, but really I just want to know how
often you think of the desert now
that you’re home. I wonder how often you
remember the weather.
It wasn’t all bad. I’ve distanced myself now,
from the desert. But I still think of you,
in blistering California summer weather
“I’m only looking out for everyone’s welfare, Brad,” says Ray. The inside of the car’s dusty and hot today, the sunlight rippling through the windows. “Like, say you go up like a solar-powered flamethrower. What the hell happens to me and Walt? I mean, obviously we would go out of our minds like the savage dog-beasts we are and rip each other to pieces, but what if we actually managed to hurt some vampires before our inevitable demise? It’d be a fucking tragedy.”
Brad/Ray, Brad/Nate, Ray/Walt. Post-apocalyptic vampires/werewolves AU. ~5000 words. Rated NC-17.
What’s the difference between you and your platoon sergeant? One bullet.