Sunday Six

[thrillingdetectivetales]

It’s that time again! I’m doubling down today because the two items I’m quoting likely won’t see public consumption anytime in the near future. Both were begun as options for Spicy Advent but either tonally didn’t match where I wanted to go or grew enough legs to be their own actual story separate of the prompt that inspired them.

Here are a few lines from a Webgott post-war thing:

“Holy shit,” was the first thing Joe said after he’d wrenched the damn thing open, which was clearly not the greeting Webster had been hoping for, from the way his smile stiffened into a proper grimace. Joe blinked at him for a long, bewildered second and then offered by way of recovery, “You’re here.”

“I’m here,” Webster agreed. He swallowed, throat clenching and tongue darting out over the chapped pad of his bottom lip, and then added like he was afraid Joe might’ve forgotten, “You invited me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Joe replied, flapping a hand at him and stepping back to swing an inviting arm into the hallway behind him. “I know I did, I just - ” he cut off sharply as the words abandoned him—there were shockingly few polite ways to phrase the sentiment ‘I was only half-serious when I said it and the part of me that was serious didn’t really believe you would come’ without offending Webster’s timekeeping abilities at the very least.

And here are a few from a Man from U.N.C.L.E. Ritchie remake pre-Napoleon/Ilya thing:

“You understand what I mean when I say ‘cozy up,’ don’t you, Peril?”

Ilya canted his head and waved a hand lazily back and forth in the air between them. “Of the two of us, which is fluent in the other’s mother tongue?”

“технически говоря - ” Napoleon started, protest splintering into an affronted laugh when Ilya fished a decorative seed pod out of the potpourri bowl on the table at his back without looking and flung it hard at Napoleon’s face.

“I’m trying to look out for you!” Napoleon chided, sucking his teeth and brushing the pod to the floor. “After Burma, we all know that you’re perfectly capable of fighting your way out of damn near any impossible situation you may find yourself in, but I think we can both agree that it is overall best to simply avoid the necessity, yes?”

Comments

[lt_aldo_raine]

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. Ritchie film was made for slash. I saw it for the first time this summer and immediately had to rewatch it because Napoleon and Ilya belong together goddamnit.

Also, obviously love love love the Webgott content. As always, your uncanny ability to bring their voices to life astounds and delights me.

[thrillingdetectivetales]

That movie is the *most* slashy, dear God. (I also like it for an OT3 and its soundtrack is one of my favorite albums of time but ANYWAY.)

You are entirely too kind, friend, and I’m glad you liked this little Webgott bit of silliness! <33 I just love writing emotionally repressed morons being mean and weird to each other because they don’t know how to feel feelings.

[slightlytookish]

I am ALL ABOUT that postwar Webgott. *grabby hands*

[thrillingdetectivetales]

I think it’s going to have to become its own full fic really, lol. Maybe after I get that vampire one moving... 🤔

Super glad you liked this little snippet, friend~ <333

[muccamukk]

Well, you already know I like both of these, but the voices on the Webgott one are especially strong. I really love the uncertainty between them, it's a great feel.

[thrillingdetectivetales]

Thank you very much, friend~

I totally agree that the Webgott voices are stronger (which...probably isn’t much of a surprise considering how many times I’ve watched BoB by now, lol). Thanks for giving them both your critical eye and also for enabling me to start a third and (hopefully) final Advent fill. xD