Summary/teaser: It’s going on three days since the gang had taken Nicky, and the concern amongst the team is reaching a fever pitch.
Joe is beside himself. He blames himself for the capture, distraught that he had been across the property with Booker at the time, rigging crates of illegal weapons with explosives. He’s pacing now, hat in his hands, hair wild, going out of his mind with an anxiety that Booker has never seen in him, but one that he knows intimately: the soul-ripping fear that accompanies a loved one in peril, made sharper and more jagged by uncertainty. Booker has lived with this time and time again, and the sight of Joe in torment makes his heart ache.
It also gives him the tiniest thrill of schadenfreude. Good. Maybe it’s finally time for Joe to suffer this, to fear the loss of the one he loves most, to gain an inkling of understanding of what it’s like to stare down the prospect of eternal solitude. Maybe it will make him more human.
He hates himself for the thought, but it curls around him like smoke, suffocating his compassion.
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Fill: "you say no, i say repeat" Joe/Nicky, Nicky/Booker, Non-con
Date: 2020-11-06 10:47 pm (UTC)Summary/teaser:
It’s going on three days since the gang had taken Nicky, and the concern amongst the team is reaching a fever pitch.
Joe is beside himself. He blames himself for the capture, distraught that he had been across the property with Booker at the time, rigging crates of illegal weapons with explosives. He’s pacing now, hat in his hands, hair wild, going out of his mind with an anxiety that Booker has never seen in him, but one that he knows intimately: the soul-ripping fear that accompanies a loved one in peril, made sharper and more jagged by uncertainty. Booker has lived with this time and time again, and the sight of Joe in torment makes his heart ache.
It also gives him the tiniest thrill of schadenfreude. Good. Maybe it’s finally time for Joe to suffer this, to fear the loss of the one he loves most, to gain an inkling of understanding of what it’s like to stare down the prospect of eternal solitude. Maybe it will make him more human.
He hates himself for the thought, but it curls around him like smoke, suffocating his compassion.
Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27424117