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[Havemercy] Little Favors [Royston, Adamo]; To Better Use [Rook/Thom]
SO, I FINISHED HAVEMERCY. Obviously this means fic. homework, what homework lolol
Title: Little Favors
Fandom: Havemercy
Characters: Royston, Adamo
Rating: PG [language]
Word Count: 923
Summary: Royston and Adamo discuss nonsense over lunch. Prompt of “leave the frivolities on the table” at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bringthehappy's Happyfest II.
A/N: Minor spoilers for the end of the book. And I have a feeling I’m going to need to work on writing distinguishable dialogue.
“You know, one would think that you like that statue more than you like me,” Adamo remarked casually during one of our occasional luncheon meetings, setting his coffee cup down on the table.
I looked up from my own drink, which I had been scrutinizing on account of the serious lack of care that the employees here seemed to have in making my coffee. I was certain I had told the waitress to add more cream than this.
“What makes you say that?” I replied, smiling despite myself. Adamo obviously wasn’t taking everything I said about the new statue seriously, or at least I hoped he wasn’t. He was much too clever.
“I might have picked up a hint or two.” Adamo raised an eyebrow at my apparent entertainment with this topic, but returned the smile, albeit a bit gruffly. “What with you extolling it every time you see me.”
“Surely I say hello to you first, at the very least,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee and not bothering to hide the dismayed face I made upon discovering that indeed, the waitress had not cared to add as much cream as I requested.
“Barely.” Adamo snorted in amusement, either at my response or at my expression I did not know for certain. Perhaps both.
“I hadn’t realized you were so upset about it,” I told him, tone serious. He looked at me like I’d have to have seriously damaged my head to think he was upset about it, and I laughed. “Nor had I realized your ability to pick up sarcasm was so seriously lacking.”
Rolling his eyes, Adamo glanced down at my coffee, which I hadn’t touched since decided it was quite unsatisfactory. “Obviously I hadn’t realized your ability to tell when I was being serious or not had been so royally fucked since I last saw you.”
“Mayhap you have spent too much time at the ‘Versity and it has addled your common sense,” I retorted, scanning the room for our waitress. Hopefully she hadn’t hidden in back as part of her blatant strategy of annoying me as much as possible. You’d think, with the amount of time Adamo and I spent here, that the staff would take pleasure in helping us. More specifically, me. Clearly that was not the case.
“Says the man who uses words like ‘mayhap’.”
I at least deigned to look put out. “I don’t go teasing you about your word choice, now do I?”
“’Course you don’t,” Adamo scoffed. “At least not when you think I can hear you.”
At this point, however, I wasn’t listening to the former airman; our waitress had just strode across the room and I waved a hand in her direction, nearly getting up out of my seat to do so. Just my luck, she either didn’t see me or was ignoring me. Not for the first time I wished that using one’s Talent inappropriately wasn’t so…well, inappropriate. I bet an exploding table would have got her attention.
To my extreme surprise, Adamo cleared his throat, calling, “Excuse me, miss?”
If I’d been anyone else I would have glowered at Adamo as the girl made her way over to our table. I’d been insinuating to him for ages since the treaty had been signed that he use his still fairly new found fame to get petty perks, and yet now was the first time he ever did such a thing. It was such an unfair world. So much for friendship.
“My friend would like a new cup of coffee, please,” Adamo was telling the waitress, and I immediately stopped my bitter inner monologue. “Preferably with more cream this time.” He flashed her a smile, one that was so sincere looking that I knew it was absolutely fake, but the waitress smiled back and nodded before walking away, not even giving me a second glance.
“What am I, too old or something?” I complained, slumping against the table and resting my chin on my hand. “Just because I don’t have a statue — ”
“I hardly think it’s got to do with age,” Adamo pointed out, as he certainly wasn’t greatly younger than me. “Undoubtedly she just finds me more attractive and interesting.”
I snorted. “Girl like that, you can gladly have her.”
“Oh, so I won’t have to relay the bad news to Hal that you’ve finally moved on to the supposedly fairer gender?” Adamo said, smirking behind his own coffee cup.
This time I did glare at him.
Laughing, Adamo set down his now empty cup once more. “Who was the one that couldn’t pick up sarcasm again?” I grumbled something unsuitable to say loudly in the nicer parts of the city. “Don’t be childish. It’s unbecoming for you.”
I sighed, sitting up in my chair. The waitress had returned with my new cup of coffee, which she set down rather sharply, smiling at Adamo and ignoring me once more. If she thought she was getting a good tip, she was quite mistaken. Adamo sighed after she left, and I couldn’t help but grinning.
“By the way.” I leaned forward, reaching across the table and tapping Adamo’s jaw right under his ear lightly. “You missed a spot shaving.”
Adamo cursed under his breath, holding up a spoon in an attempt to inspect his reflection. “Bastion. And everyone wonders why I never bother to shave when I don’t have need to.”
It was about as close to a “thank you” as I was going to give him for the coffee.
Title: To Better Use
Fandom: Havemercy
Characters: Rook/Thom
Rating: PG [suggestiveness]
Word Count: 100
A/N: Written for the mini Thom/Rook pornfest atthremedon.
“I thought I told you to stop pulling on my braids,” Rook growls into Thom’s bare neck, the younger man’s skin flushed from a combination of embarrassment and what Rook’s hands were doing.
“S-sorry,” Thom manages to mutter through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as Rook bites his collarbone in what the airman probably assumed was a playful manner (then again, knowing Rook, it probably wasn’t).
“Put your fucking hands to better use,” Rook ordered, running a hand of his own down Thom’s side, and Thom moved his hands from the blond’s hair to somewhere they could be put to…better use.
Title: Little Favors
Fandom: Havemercy
Characters: Royston, Adamo
Rating: PG [language]
Word Count: 923
Summary: Royston and Adamo discuss nonsense over lunch. Prompt of “leave the frivolities on the table” at
bringthehappy's Happyfest II.A/N: Minor spoilers for the end of the book. And I have a feeling I’m going to need to work on writing distinguishable dialogue.
“You know, one would think that you like that statue more than you like me,” Adamo remarked casually during one of our occasional luncheon meetings, setting his coffee cup down on the table.
I looked up from my own drink, which I had been scrutinizing on account of the serious lack of care that the employees here seemed to have in making my coffee. I was certain I had told the waitress to add more cream than this.
“What makes you say that?” I replied, smiling despite myself. Adamo obviously wasn’t taking everything I said about the new statue seriously, or at least I hoped he wasn’t. He was much too clever.
“I might have picked up a hint or two.” Adamo raised an eyebrow at my apparent entertainment with this topic, but returned the smile, albeit a bit gruffly. “What with you extolling it every time you see me.”
“Surely I say hello to you first, at the very least,” I said, taking a sip of my coffee and not bothering to hide the dismayed face I made upon discovering that indeed, the waitress had not cared to add as much cream as I requested.
“Barely.” Adamo snorted in amusement, either at my response or at my expression I did not know for certain. Perhaps both.
“I hadn’t realized you were so upset about it,” I told him, tone serious. He looked at me like I’d have to have seriously damaged my head to think he was upset about it, and I laughed. “Nor had I realized your ability to pick up sarcasm was so seriously lacking.”
Rolling his eyes, Adamo glanced down at my coffee, which I hadn’t touched since decided it was quite unsatisfactory. “Obviously I hadn’t realized your ability to tell when I was being serious or not had been so royally fucked since I last saw you.”
“Mayhap you have spent too much time at the ‘Versity and it has addled your common sense,” I retorted, scanning the room for our waitress. Hopefully she hadn’t hidden in back as part of her blatant strategy of annoying me as much as possible. You’d think, with the amount of time Adamo and I spent here, that the staff would take pleasure in helping us. More specifically, me. Clearly that was not the case.
“Says the man who uses words like ‘mayhap’.”
I at least deigned to look put out. “I don’t go teasing you about your word choice, now do I?”
“’Course you don’t,” Adamo scoffed. “At least not when you think I can hear you.”
At this point, however, I wasn’t listening to the former airman; our waitress had just strode across the room and I waved a hand in her direction, nearly getting up out of my seat to do so. Just my luck, she either didn’t see me or was ignoring me. Not for the first time I wished that using one’s Talent inappropriately wasn’t so…well, inappropriate. I bet an exploding table would have got her attention.
To my extreme surprise, Adamo cleared his throat, calling, “Excuse me, miss?”
If I’d been anyone else I would have glowered at Adamo as the girl made her way over to our table. I’d been insinuating to him for ages since the treaty had been signed that he use his still fairly new found fame to get petty perks, and yet now was the first time he ever did such a thing. It was such an unfair world. So much for friendship.
“My friend would like a new cup of coffee, please,” Adamo was telling the waitress, and I immediately stopped my bitter inner monologue. “Preferably with more cream this time.” He flashed her a smile, one that was so sincere looking that I knew it was absolutely fake, but the waitress smiled back and nodded before walking away, not even giving me a second glance.
“What am I, too old or something?” I complained, slumping against the table and resting my chin on my hand. “Just because I don’t have a statue — ”
“I hardly think it’s got to do with age,” Adamo pointed out, as he certainly wasn’t greatly younger than me. “Undoubtedly she just finds me more attractive and interesting.”
I snorted. “Girl like that, you can gladly have her.”
“Oh, so I won’t have to relay the bad news to Hal that you’ve finally moved on to the supposedly fairer gender?” Adamo said, smirking behind his own coffee cup.
This time I did glare at him.
Laughing, Adamo set down his now empty cup once more. “Who was the one that couldn’t pick up sarcasm again?” I grumbled something unsuitable to say loudly in the nicer parts of the city. “Don’t be childish. It’s unbecoming for you.”
I sighed, sitting up in my chair. The waitress had returned with my new cup of coffee, which she set down rather sharply, smiling at Adamo and ignoring me once more. If she thought she was getting a good tip, she was quite mistaken. Adamo sighed after she left, and I couldn’t help but grinning.
“By the way.” I leaned forward, reaching across the table and tapping Adamo’s jaw right under his ear lightly. “You missed a spot shaving.”
Adamo cursed under his breath, holding up a spoon in an attempt to inspect his reflection. “Bastion. And everyone wonders why I never bother to shave when I don’t have need to.”
It was about as close to a “thank you” as I was going to give him for the coffee.
Title: To Better Use
Fandom: Havemercy
Characters: Rook/Thom
Rating: PG [suggestiveness]
Word Count: 100
A/N: Written for the mini Thom/Rook pornfest at
thremedon.“I thought I told you to stop pulling on my braids,” Rook growls into Thom’s bare neck, the younger man’s skin flushed from a combination of embarrassment and what Rook’s hands were doing.
“S-sorry,” Thom manages to mutter through clenched teeth, inhaling sharply as Rook bites his collarbone in what the airman probably assumed was a playful manner (then again, knowing Rook, it probably wasn’t).
“Put your fucking hands to better use,” Rook ordered, running a hand of his own down Thom’s side, and Thom moved his hands from the blond’s hair to somewhere they could be put to…better use.
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COOL WHIP? Eh. HOW ABOUT WHIPPED CREAM? and sweet sauce all over my body?
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COOL WHIP'S BETTER. yesplz
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EH, I'M NOT MUCH OF A FAN OF COOL WHIP. Except on pie. With hair in it.
I LIKE ICE CREAM THOUGH.
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HOW CAN YOU NOT BE. IT'S WATER AND SUGAR AND HYDROGENATED CORN SYRUP OR SOMETHING.
BUT ICE CREAM'S COLD. ...and cool whip is..lukewarm, idk
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...UH, IF IT'S TOO COLD FOR YOU, I CAN TURN UP THE HEAT. >D *shot*
WHAT ARE YOUR FEELINGS ON FROSTING THEN?
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...BUT THEN THE ICE CREAM WOULD BE MELTY. AND THAT'S EVEN WORSE. *bricked*
FROSTING IS A-OKAY.