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bronze_ribbonsThree 100-word drabbles, prompted by "the first time."
Dedicated to PerfectlySteadfast, for sharing the Think of England brainrot and surviving nights on fire.
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The first time Archie isn’t able to protect Daniel feels like a failure to him, even though it isn’t remotely his fault that Daniel chose to sneak into Lord Rotier’s kitchen without informing him. Daniel escaped from the butler with only a sprained wrist and a ruined jacket, but despite all his claims about lack of imagination, Archie can too easily envision how much worse the consequences could have been.
It’s one of the stories he tells Will Darling when they first meet. He has quite a few, and he kisses Daniel all the more possessively when they get home.
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The first time Archie succumbs to the urge to throw Daniel down on a bed and make him scream aloud—it isn’t after a fight, or a miscommunication, or Daniel taunting him with swaying hips and sly double entendres. It’s after a four-hour council of war at the Bureau, with Daniel tirelessly keeping pace with Vaizey’s observations and finetuning the game plan with brilliant suggestions and inventive requests.
At home, Daniel’s mask falls away, and Archie sees all the tension he’d concealed from his colleagues. The look on his face after Archie proceeds to ravish him thoroughly is sheer gratitude.
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Between them, they put out metaphorical fires practically every day, but the first time a literal fire erupts in their flat, it’s because of ducks. Archie hadn’t known how much fat melts out of ducks when they’re roasted, and the small oven hadn’t been designed to accommodate gourmet cooking goals.
At Daniel’s raised eyebrow, Archie said, “You really liked the confit at Lucy Arbuthnot’s last week. I was hoping to recreate it for us.”
Daniel pulled Archie close and brushed his lips against Archie’s ear. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions. But so’s the path to heaven.”
Dedicated to PerfectlySteadfast, for sharing the Think of England brainrot and surviving nights on fire.
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The first time Archie isn’t able to protect Daniel feels like a failure to him, even though it isn’t remotely his fault that Daniel chose to sneak into Lord Rotier’s kitchen without informing him. Daniel escaped from the butler with only a sprained wrist and a ruined jacket, but despite all his claims about lack of imagination, Archie can too easily envision how much worse the consequences could have been.
It’s one of the stories he tells Will Darling when they first meet. He has quite a few, and he kisses Daniel all the more possessively when they get home.
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The first time Archie succumbs to the urge to throw Daniel down on a bed and make him scream aloud—it isn’t after a fight, or a miscommunication, or Daniel taunting him with swaying hips and sly double entendres. It’s after a four-hour council of war at the Bureau, with Daniel tirelessly keeping pace with Vaizey’s observations and finetuning the game plan with brilliant suggestions and inventive requests.
At home, Daniel’s mask falls away, and Archie sees all the tension he’d concealed from his colleagues. The look on his face after Archie proceeds to ravish him thoroughly is sheer gratitude.
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Between them, they put out metaphorical fires practically every day, but the first time a literal fire erupts in their flat, it’s because of ducks. Archie hadn’t known how much fat melts out of ducks when they’re roasted, and the small oven hadn’t been designed to accommodate gourmet cooking goals.
At Daniel’s raised eyebrow, Archie said, “You really liked the confit at Lucy Arbuthnot’s last week. I was hoping to recreate it for us.”
Daniel pulled Archie close and brushed his lips against Archie’s ear. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions. But so’s the path to heaven.”
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