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[FREE!] Sparkling Diamond
Titolo: Sparkling Diamond
Fandom: Free!
Genere: angst
Personaggi: Sousuke, Nagisa
Avvertimenti: Moulin Rouge!AU, spin-off, missing moment, in inglese, non-con, OOC
Parole: 1027
Note: missing moment/spin-off dal capitolo 6 della fic Come What May di Katiebug445 @ AO3
E fill per il prompt 35 della Scavenger Hunt di LDF, sottoprompt: "fanwork non in italiano".
Finalmente mi è venuta voglia di scrivere qualcosa ;A; ogni tanto succede ancora, non ci credo T_T *si accascia su tutti* #depressionemerda e fra l'altro sono la team leader più fallita della storia *si fustiga* orz
Love: a driving force behind the world's moving.
Bullshit. He knows it, he's been knowing it forever. He's loved before and it only made his mind weaker, it was only ever a distraction, it only tore the walls he'd carefully built for years down.
He hadn't even meant to grow so obsessed with a petit danceur in the filthy streets of Montmartre, did not know how the glint in his auburn eyes had stabbed its way right through every single layer Sousuke had laid on his damaged core. But his smile, that had been lethal. Warm, and almost as innocent as that of a child; equally as cheeky. A handful and a disaster, all wrapped up in skimpy, glittering clothes made to attract the men's gaze.
He's a magpie that flew in a trap, like everyone else. He flapped his wings courting Nagisa for weeks, sensing his sweet scents and yet keeping a distance - as gentlemen do. He lost his damn mind in the Moulin Rouge's circus of sparkling diamonds, mind-bending wine and fumes, twisted titillations, dancers twirling too fast to follow only with his eyes, as he learnt to perceive their fatigue and let his mind be tricked by the magic on a stage.
He thought himself too smart to fall for it. He would not let these lowlife thieves touch his wallet, and yet somehow his eyes were lured away by the twinkling light of the most precious, lovely firefly he'd ever laid eyes on. A palpitating light, something seemingly shining on purpose to attract his gaze. And he fell for it.
His hands are not strong enough to grasp on it. His eyes not fast enough to follow it.
Nagisa fades with every day, his light dimming with every afternoon he does not show up for a rendez-vous, flowing distant in the hands of someone else.
And finally his mind twists away from the boy's grasp. It takes reality smeared in his face to get to it, but afterwards... it's clear as day.
He was tricked. Nagisa, the place's owner, the Moulin Rouge's crew... they all tricked him. They made him believe, they teased him by dangling what he wanted in front of him. That's what businesses do, he should have expected nothing less.
But Nagisa's smile... it was true. It must have been. His words, they could not have been all lies. There must have been something there. He's too lovely to be that big a liar. And Sousuke is a safe choice, who wouldn't pick him over a penniless writer who'll probably never gain anything from tales and poetry?
The world is harsher than that. There is no room for dreamers in it.
But Nagisa clearly chose a dreamer. A poor man, a man without a plan. A man who will live under a bridge, give it a few years, or as a homeless pariah in a street corner. What does that man have that Sousuke doesn't? He spent time getting close to Nagisa, respected his wishes to be left alone, looked at him like he was an oasis in the desert.
And a silly writer swept him away. What's more, Nagisa let himself be swept away and lied in Sousuke's face. For money, for the Moulin Rouge, for a band of tricksters and thieves and whores.
His eyes light up with that sudden realization, and as his blood turns scorching hot his cheeks turn red; a bloody, violent red spreading along his neck, poison flowing down to his heart.
'We need him, and the only way to do that is to keep entertaining these - these… fantasies he has of being with me.'
Who was that really about?
Rage bursts through his body and his hands move before he can stop. He is so much bigger than Nagisa, so if the only way he has to keep him close is to lock him in a cage - so be it.
He struggles like a tiny chirping bird under him, and a predatory light flashes behind his eyes. That's the solution, that's how he'll get it. Good manners didn't work, and it's his right to get what was promised to him. It's his right, he held every one of his ends of every bargain. The whore must be his now. It's his right.
Everything happens in blurs painted with ache and anger, but a blunt pain stings every part of his brain and Nagisa flutters out, spits back at him and there's what he really thought all along.
'The only way I’ll be yours is in your dreams.'
It rings like laughter at his own foolishness, at how he let himself be ensnared by the sick shine of the little blond cheater... with the most beautiful, honest smile of all.
Sousuke storms through the room, toppling a vase over and hearing the loud crash, and finally cold air slaps his face as his heart thrums in anticipation at the sight of his little bird being trapped again, horrified.
He lunges forward, letting himself fill up with glee, but then something hits his face and the shock paralyzes him landing him on the floor despite how he grasped on a long embroidered curtain until it gives up and falls heavy on top of him.
It's one of those friends of his. One of those villains that tricked him, as well.
They are all sided against him. They all mocked him, they all used him. They all thought they could live off his money, and he let himself choose them over the ringing sound of coins and the reassuring feel of paper.
He sits on the floor in the luxurious empty room for a few seconds, with his ears ringing, but afterwards he slowly stands up, jaws clenched and mad eyes as he seethes.
He'll pay. Him, and that worthless writer of his. Everybody else will follow. He has a special place to drag Gou to, as well.
As he dusts his clothes off the dust raised by the mess, he notes to himself that he should call his man with the gun.
Then they'll see who's going to have the last laugh.
Fandom: Free!
Genere: angst
Personaggi: Sousuke, Nagisa
Avvertimenti: Moulin Rouge!AU, spin-off, missing moment, in inglese, non-con, OOC
Parole: 1027
Note: missing moment/spin-off dal capitolo 6 della fic Come What May di Katiebug445 @ AO3
E fill per il prompt 35 della Scavenger Hunt di LDF, sottoprompt: "fanwork non in italiano".
Finalmente mi è venuta voglia di scrivere qualcosa ;A; ogni tanto succede ancora, non ci credo T_T *si accascia su tutti* #depressionemerda e fra l'altro sono la team leader più fallita della storia *si fustiga* orz
Love: a driving force behind the world's moving.
Bullshit. He knows it, he's been knowing it forever. He's loved before and it only made his mind weaker, it was only ever a distraction, it only tore the walls he'd carefully built for years down.
He hadn't even meant to grow so obsessed with a petit danceur in the filthy streets of Montmartre, did not know how the glint in his auburn eyes had stabbed its way right through every single layer Sousuke had laid on his damaged core. But his smile, that had been lethal. Warm, and almost as innocent as that of a child; equally as cheeky. A handful and a disaster, all wrapped up in skimpy, glittering clothes made to attract the men's gaze.
He's a magpie that flew in a trap, like everyone else. He flapped his wings courting Nagisa for weeks, sensing his sweet scents and yet keeping a distance - as gentlemen do. He lost his damn mind in the Moulin Rouge's circus of sparkling diamonds, mind-bending wine and fumes, twisted titillations, dancers twirling too fast to follow only with his eyes, as he learnt to perceive their fatigue and let his mind be tricked by the magic on a stage.
He thought himself too smart to fall for it. He would not let these lowlife thieves touch his wallet, and yet somehow his eyes were lured away by the twinkling light of the most precious, lovely firefly he'd ever laid eyes on. A palpitating light, something seemingly shining on purpose to attract his gaze. And he fell for it.
His hands are not strong enough to grasp on it. His eyes not fast enough to follow it.
Nagisa fades with every day, his light dimming with every afternoon he does not show up for a rendez-vous, flowing distant in the hands of someone else.
And finally his mind twists away from the boy's grasp. It takes reality smeared in his face to get to it, but afterwards... it's clear as day.
He was tricked. Nagisa, the place's owner, the Moulin Rouge's crew... they all tricked him. They made him believe, they teased him by dangling what he wanted in front of him. That's what businesses do, he should have expected nothing less.
But Nagisa's smile... it was true. It must have been. His words, they could not have been all lies. There must have been something there. He's too lovely to be that big a liar. And Sousuke is a safe choice, who wouldn't pick him over a penniless writer who'll probably never gain anything from tales and poetry?
The world is harsher than that. There is no room for dreamers in it.
But Nagisa clearly chose a dreamer. A poor man, a man without a plan. A man who will live under a bridge, give it a few years, or as a homeless pariah in a street corner. What does that man have that Sousuke doesn't? He spent time getting close to Nagisa, respected his wishes to be left alone, looked at him like he was an oasis in the desert.
And a silly writer swept him away. What's more, Nagisa let himself be swept away and lied in Sousuke's face. For money, for the Moulin Rouge, for a band of tricksters and thieves and whores.
His eyes light up with that sudden realization, and as his blood turns scorching hot his cheeks turn red; a bloody, violent red spreading along his neck, poison flowing down to his heart.
'We need him, and the only way to do that is to keep entertaining these - these… fantasies he has of being with me.'
Who was that really about?
Rage bursts through his body and his hands move before he can stop. He is so much bigger than Nagisa, so if the only way he has to keep him close is to lock him in a cage - so be it.
He struggles like a tiny chirping bird under him, and a predatory light flashes behind his eyes. That's the solution, that's how he'll get it. Good manners didn't work, and it's his right to get what was promised to him. It's his right, he held every one of his ends of every bargain. The whore must be his now. It's his right.
Everything happens in blurs painted with ache and anger, but a blunt pain stings every part of his brain and Nagisa flutters out, spits back at him and there's what he really thought all along.
'The only way I’ll be yours is in your dreams.'
It rings like laughter at his own foolishness, at how he let himself be ensnared by the sick shine of the little blond cheater... with the most beautiful, honest smile of all.
Sousuke storms through the room, toppling a vase over and hearing the loud crash, and finally cold air slaps his face as his heart thrums in anticipation at the sight of his little bird being trapped again, horrified.
He lunges forward, letting himself fill up with glee, but then something hits his face and the shock paralyzes him landing him on the floor despite how he grasped on a long embroidered curtain until it gives up and falls heavy on top of him.
It's one of those friends of his. One of those villains that tricked him, as well.
They are all sided against him. They all mocked him, they all used him. They all thought they could live off his money, and he let himself choose them over the ringing sound of coins and the reassuring feel of paper.
He sits on the floor in the luxurious empty room for a few seconds, with his ears ringing, but afterwards he slowly stands up, jaws clenched and mad eyes as he seethes.
He'll pay. Him, and that worthless writer of his. Everybody else will follow. He has a special place to drag Gou to, as well.
As he dusts his clothes off the dust raised by the mess, he notes to himself that he should call his man with the gun.
Then they'll see who's going to have the last laugh.