Bandom/FOB Ficlet: inadmissible
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kat_lair***
Title: inadmissible
Author:kat_lair / Mistress Kat
Fandom: Bandom/Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Pete/Patrick implied vaguely
Rating: T
Word count: 388
Disclaimer: Not true, only playing
Summary: The knocking had a rhythm to it. Tap, tap, pause. TAP. Tap, tap, pause. Patrick almost hummed along, on instinct. (A Little Less Sixteen Candles AU)
Author notes: Written a while back as part of a fangirl writing weekend withpushkin666 and dreamersdare, as a response to a prompt that was: “Why can’t you let me in? What are you so afraid of?”
inadmissible on AO3
The knocking had a rhythm to it. Tap, tap, pause. TAP. Tap, tap, pause. Patrick almost hummed along, on instinct.
"Why can't you let me in?” Pete’s voice was achingly familiar, his tone a painful mixture mocking and angry. “What are you so afraid of?"
Patrick leaned his forehead on the door for a moment, eyes closed like he could block out reality if he just tried hard enough. “Not ‘of’,” he murmured, too quiet for anyone human to hear through the thick wood.
Of course, Pete wasn’t a human anymore and his “What?” was a request for clarification, not for repetition.
With a grimace, Patrick straightened, grabbed the handle and opened his eyes and the door on a same sharp inhale. Like pulling off a plaster.
“I’m not afraid of,” he said, not bothering to hide the crossbow, the bolt already in place. Pete glanced at it, mouth twisting into a poor mimicry of a smile except Patrick had seen Pete’s smile a thousand times, a million, and had been personally responsible for more of them than he deserved and this… Wasn’t it.
“I’m afraid for.”
Pete frowned, looking over Patrick’s shoulder like he was searching for someone else. His hands twitched, fingers curling inwards. The ink on his forearms was shockingly bright, even in the flickering light of streetlamps. Funny how the change removed scars but not tattoos.
“For who?” Pete asked, accusatory. “Who are you afraid for, Trick?”
And this more than anything, more than the sight of Pete’s eyes bleeding night black, the new jaggedness of his not-smile, was what broke Patrick’s heart.
“You,” he said. “I’m afraid for you. What you will do tonight… Pete.” Patrick almost reached out, wanted to, his chest cracking open with the strength of it. “I can’t protect you from that.”
Pete stepped back as if slapped, as if Patrick had shot the loaded bolt right into this gut, not to kill but to wound. “I don’t need you to protect me,” he hissed. “No one can hurt me now.”
It was a lie. Patrick just had. He didn’t say anything though, just watched Pete retreat into the shadows, the night wrapping itself around him like a second skin.
If he was lucky, Pete would come back eventually. If he was very lucky, he might even knock first.
***
Title: inadmissible
Author:
kat_lair / Mistress KatFandom: Bandom/Fall Out Boy
Pairing: Pete/Patrick implied vaguely
Rating: T
Word count: 388
Disclaimer: Not true, only playing
Summary: The knocking had a rhythm to it. Tap, tap, pause. TAP. Tap, tap, pause. Patrick almost hummed along, on instinct. (A Little Less Sixteen Candles AU)
Author notes: Written a while back as part of a fangirl writing weekend with
pushkin666 and dreamersdare, as a response to a prompt that was: “Why can’t you let me in? What are you so afraid of?”inadmissible on AO3
The knocking had a rhythm to it. Tap, tap, pause. TAP. Tap, tap, pause. Patrick almost hummed along, on instinct.
"Why can't you let me in?” Pete’s voice was achingly familiar, his tone a painful mixture mocking and angry. “What are you so afraid of?"
Patrick leaned his forehead on the door for a moment, eyes closed like he could block out reality if he just tried hard enough. “Not ‘of’,” he murmured, too quiet for anyone human to hear through the thick wood.
Of course, Pete wasn’t a human anymore and his “What?” was a request for clarification, not for repetition.
With a grimace, Patrick straightened, grabbed the handle and opened his eyes and the door on a same sharp inhale. Like pulling off a plaster.
“I’m not afraid of,” he said, not bothering to hide the crossbow, the bolt already in place. Pete glanced at it, mouth twisting into a poor mimicry of a smile except Patrick had seen Pete’s smile a thousand times, a million, and had been personally responsible for more of them than he deserved and this… Wasn’t it.
“I’m afraid for.”
Pete frowned, looking over Patrick’s shoulder like he was searching for someone else. His hands twitched, fingers curling inwards. The ink on his forearms was shockingly bright, even in the flickering light of streetlamps. Funny how the change removed scars but not tattoos.
“For who?” Pete asked, accusatory. “Who are you afraid for, Trick?”
And this more than anything, more than the sight of Pete’s eyes bleeding night black, the new jaggedness of his not-smile, was what broke Patrick’s heart.
“You,” he said. “I’m afraid for you. What you will do tonight… Pete.” Patrick almost reached out, wanted to, his chest cracking open with the strength of it. “I can’t protect you from that.”
Pete stepped back as if slapped, as if Patrick had shot the loaded bolt right into this gut, not to kill but to wound. “I don’t need you to protect me,” he hissed. “No one can hurt me now.”
It was a lie. Patrick just had. He didn’t say anything though, just watched Pete retreat into the shadows, the night wrapping itself around him like a second skin.
If he was lucky, Pete would come back eventually. If he was very lucky, he might even knock first.
***
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on 2021-12-26 10:10 pm (UTC)(prompt was: “Why can’t you let me in? What are you so afraid of?”)
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on 2021-12-27 03:30 pm (UTC)(oooh yes, thank you! v.helping!)