Fic: The Kids in York (7/7)
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aeroport_artTitle: The Kids in York (7/7)
Characters: Marcus/Esca, Liathan, Cottia, Uncle Aquila, Placidus, etc.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: high school AU so the boys are 16/17
Word Count: 46k (1k this part)
Summary: Cottingswood High, Yorkshire. You get all kinds, but as someone who's bounced around Child Services, has a hot-headed chav for a best friend, and gets mistaken for a girl by the daft new student in History, Esca MacCunoval is not your ordinary kid.
EPILOGUE
Esca can’t stay at the Aquila’s forever. Especially not now, when he and Marcus are…whatever they are. Uncle might be all right with it, but Esca ent so sure how long he could stay on without Stephanos or the others treating him different.
He tells Marcus of his plans to move out by the end of the month and Marcus promptly freaks out. Not outright, of course; pretends like he’s totally okay with it, but Esca would have to be an idiot to miss how Marcus grows quiet and withdrawn over the next couple weeks, and no amount of kissing or reassurance can shake him of it.
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He moves at the beginning of January.
Esca’s got his bags packed—actual bags of clothing and shit—and Marcus loads them into the backseat of his hatchback cos he’s driving Esca across the city to his new flat.
They come up to the modest street and Marcus pulls on the handbrake, shuts off the ignition.
He turns to Esca with wide, green eyes. Looks so young it makes Esca’s heart hurt.
“I need to give you something,” Marcus says seriously.
“I’m not moving out of the country, you dolt,” Esca says, trying to make Marcus smile. It doesn’t work though, and Esca feels his palms start to sweat. He doesn’t know what Marcus has planned. Really hopes it isn’t…well. Esca nervously scrubs his hands down the sides of his thighs.
Marcus reaches over and flips down the glove compartment, where something familiar and beloved drops onto his lap.
It’s his father’s dagger, still in the leather case.
Esca picks up it wonderingly. It’s not that he’s forgotten about it, cos fuck that, it’s the last surviving remnant of his childhood. He could never forget.
But he knew it was safe with Marcus, and so he’d…let it be.
“You’ll want it with you,” Marcus explains, his words awkward and overly formal. “Who knows how often we’ll be able to—“
“Marcus,” Esca interrupts. “Shut up.”
“What?”
Esca picks up the blade and presses a tight kiss to it, then plants it firmly into Marcus’ palm. He closes Marcus’ fingers over it and simply holds him there with two hands.
“Keep it. I’ll feel better if you do.”
Marcus’ mouth makes a small moue of surprise. It’s irresistible; Esca leans over the gear stick and kisses it.
“Unless you’re trying to break up with me,” he murmurs against Marcus’ lips, “Keep it.”
Instead of replying, Marcus sighs and returns Esca’s kiss, but with tongue. They haven’t talked about what it is they’re doing, or what they are yet, but this…this feels right. It feels like them. And when Esca finally pulls away, it’s only to cock a lopsided grin at him and say, “But if you lose the blade, I’ll end you.”
Marcus snorts disbelievingly and starts the car back up with a vibrating rumble.
“Okay, shrimp.”
Esca sends him a two-fingered salute. Outside, he notices Liathan come out from front door of his new apartment building.
“Hey faggots, stop snogging on my father’s property!” he yells, striding over to the boot of the car and thumping it obnoxiously.
Esca checks Marcus’ expression, embarrassed by how horrible a human being his best friend is, but Marcus just pops open the boot and leans out the driver-side window, calling out, “You better get used to it, Rhona.”
Groaning inwardly, Esca lets himself out of the car only to get smacked by one of his heavier bags which he barely just catches.
“Perverts,” Liathan says, hefting Esca’s other bag over his shoulder. “You won’t get your security deposit back if I find any stains, all right?”
“Fuck off, bastard,” Esca says. Liathan shrugs and heads towards the blue door entrance, keys jangling.
Behind him, Marcus clears his throat. When Esca turns around, his naff face is blinking expectantly through the window.
“Wot?” Esca says, scratching his ear.
Marcus purses his mouth, which, wow. Really?
Heaving a world-weary sigh, Esca bends down and pecks him on the lips, feeling like a right tosser.
But when he pulls back, the soft smile on Marcus’ face makes him melt a bit. Jesus Christ, Esca deserves all the ribbing Liathan gives him.
“Can I drop by after PT?” Marcus asks.
“Yeah,” Esca grins, switching the duffel bag to his other shoulder. “Course.”
In the meantime, Esca will unpack his things with Liathan’s help. After dinner, Esca promised Sasstica he’d continue helping Rowan with his homework—“tutoring”, rather, since she’d insisted on pay—so he’s got that at seven, while the morning sees his first day at Mrs. Rhona’s spa cos Davina’s apparently his agent and won’t stop butting into Esca’s life. He loves her for it though, obviously.
And after that?
Who knows, after that.
Everything’s changing, and yet everything feels like it’s finally settling into shape. Good days or bad days, Esca’s good at taking them one at a time. He’s thankful for every friend he’s got, every minute he’s earned for himself—every smile Marcus sends his way and every sappy kiss and promise shared between them.
Marcus’ car disappears down the street and Esca shakes his head a bit, makes his way into the apartment. Any minute now, Lie-Lie’s gonna start bellowing at him like the belligerent arse he is, and Esca won’t promise he won’t kill him cos honestly, he’d be doing the entire world a favour, yeah?
So he hefts his bag on his shoulder and walks into his flat, humming under his breath.
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Characters: Marcus/Esca, Liathan, Cottia, Uncle Aquila, Placidus, etc.
Rating: NC-17 overall
Warnings: high school AU so the boys are 16/17
Word Count: 46k (1k this part)
Summary: Cottingswood High, Yorkshire. You get all kinds, but as someone who's bounced around Child Services, has a hot-headed chav for a best friend, and gets mistaken for a girl by the daft new student in History, Esca MacCunoval is not your ordinary kid.
EPILOGUE
Esca can’t stay at the Aquila’s forever. Especially not now, when he and Marcus are…whatever they are. Uncle might be all right with it, but Esca ent so sure how long he could stay on without Stephanos or the others treating him different.
He tells Marcus of his plans to move out by the end of the month and Marcus promptly freaks out. Not outright, of course; pretends like he’s totally okay with it, but Esca would have to be an idiot to miss how Marcus grows quiet and withdrawn over the next couple weeks, and no amount of kissing or reassurance can shake him of it.
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He moves at the beginning of January.
Esca’s got his bags packed—actual bags of clothing and shit—and Marcus loads them into the backseat of his hatchback cos he’s driving Esca across the city to his new flat.
They come up to the modest street and Marcus pulls on the handbrake, shuts off the ignition.
He turns to Esca with wide, green eyes. Looks so young it makes Esca’s heart hurt.
“I need to give you something,” Marcus says seriously.
“I’m not moving out of the country, you dolt,” Esca says, trying to make Marcus smile. It doesn’t work though, and Esca feels his palms start to sweat. He doesn’t know what Marcus has planned. Really hopes it isn’t…well. Esca nervously scrubs his hands down the sides of his thighs.
Marcus reaches over and flips down the glove compartment, where something familiar and beloved drops onto his lap.
It’s his father’s dagger, still in the leather case.
Esca picks up it wonderingly. It’s not that he’s forgotten about it, cos fuck that, it’s the last surviving remnant of his childhood. He could never forget.
But he knew it was safe with Marcus, and so he’d…let it be.
“You’ll want it with you,” Marcus explains, his words awkward and overly formal. “Who knows how often we’ll be able to—“
“Marcus,” Esca interrupts. “Shut up.”
“What?”
Esca picks up the blade and presses a tight kiss to it, then plants it firmly into Marcus’ palm. He closes Marcus’ fingers over it and simply holds him there with two hands.
“Keep it. I’ll feel better if you do.”
Marcus’ mouth makes a small moue of surprise. It’s irresistible; Esca leans over the gear stick and kisses it.
“Unless you’re trying to break up with me,” he murmurs against Marcus’ lips, “Keep it.”
Instead of replying, Marcus sighs and returns Esca’s kiss, but with tongue. They haven’t talked about what it is they’re doing, or what they are yet, but this…this feels right. It feels like them. And when Esca finally pulls away, it’s only to cock a lopsided grin at him and say, “But if you lose the blade, I’ll end you.”
Marcus snorts disbelievingly and starts the car back up with a vibrating rumble.
“Okay, shrimp.”
Esca sends him a two-fingered salute. Outside, he notices Liathan come out from front door of his new apartment building.
“Hey faggots, stop snogging on my father’s property!” he yells, striding over to the boot of the car and thumping it obnoxiously.
Esca checks Marcus’ expression, embarrassed by how horrible a human being his best friend is, but Marcus just pops open the boot and leans out the driver-side window, calling out, “You better get used to it, Rhona.”
Groaning inwardly, Esca lets himself out of the car only to get smacked by one of his heavier bags which he barely just catches.
“Perverts,” Liathan says, hefting Esca’s other bag over his shoulder. “You won’t get your security deposit back if I find any stains, all right?”
“Fuck off, bastard,” Esca says. Liathan shrugs and heads towards the blue door entrance, keys jangling.
Behind him, Marcus clears his throat. When Esca turns around, his naff face is blinking expectantly through the window.
“Wot?” Esca says, scratching his ear.
Marcus purses his mouth, which, wow. Really?
Heaving a world-weary sigh, Esca bends down and pecks him on the lips, feeling like a right tosser.
But when he pulls back, the soft smile on Marcus’ face makes him melt a bit. Jesus Christ, Esca deserves all the ribbing Liathan gives him.
“Can I drop by after PT?” Marcus asks.
“Yeah,” Esca grins, switching the duffel bag to his other shoulder. “Course.”
In the meantime, Esca will unpack his things with Liathan’s help. After dinner, Esca promised Sasstica he’d continue helping Rowan with his homework—“tutoring”, rather, since she’d insisted on pay—so he’s got that at seven, while the morning sees his first day at Mrs. Rhona’s spa cos Davina’s apparently his agent and won’t stop butting into Esca’s life. He loves her for it though, obviously.
And after that?
Who knows, after that.
Everything’s changing, and yet everything feels like it’s finally settling into shape. Good days or bad days, Esca’s good at taking them one at a time. He’s thankful for every friend he’s got, every minute he’s earned for himself—every smile Marcus sends his way and every sappy kiss and promise shared between them.
Marcus’ car disappears down the street and Esca shakes his head a bit, makes his way into the apartment. Any minute now, Lie-Lie’s gonna start bellowing at him like the belligerent arse he is, and Esca won’t promise he won’t kill him cos honestly, he’d be doing the entire world a favour, yeah?
So he hefts his bag on his shoulder and walks into his flat, humming under his breath.
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Date: 2012-04-29 11:02 pm (UTC)Fantastic to the end, your little Esca just begs to be picked up and cuddled, even though he'd totally hate it, and that would be the entire point.
Thank heavens for level-headed (mostly) Marcus who didn't let him get away in the end, or, come to think of it, get away with anything, and who got to give Placidus a black eye. Genius.
I loved this all the way through, hot and sweet and funny, and you now have the honour of being the only person I will willingly read WIPs from.
Now. About GK ...
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Date: 2012-04-30 12:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-30 08:39 am (UTC)Definitely worth the wait - the end was satisfying and followed the rest in one smooth flow. (And hot of course!!)
We'll let you have a week or so off now...
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Date: 2012-05-01 04:23 am (UTC)Oh, oh, and your Placidus was perfect till the very end!
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Date: 2012-05-01 02:59 am (UTC)I think my very favorite thing about it was Esca. Super proud, super defiant (even when he's not totally sure why), kind of a mess over everything that's happened to him but head on right in the end. WELL DONE, YOU.
\o/
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:03 am (UTC)*snuggles you*
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Date: 2012-05-01 03:08 am (UTC)liathan was a hell of a good time to write as well, mostly cos i was just making him up entirely. good times.
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Date: 2012-05-01 05:51 am (UTC)HERE'S A LIST OF EVERYTHING I LOVED, FOR NOW:
Oh god the MASSAGE. THE WHOLE FUCKING SCENE WAS JUST PERFECTLY KILLER.
Cute Rowan! "You're crushing my head" bahahaha
Cottia's verbal diarrhea
Everytime Esca described what Marcus was wearing and how much he looked like a douche...and then going speechless when Marcus put on the tuxedo
I may slip into Esca's accent at any moment now and its all your fault. Let it be known that I'm so midwestern American it's not even funny
Deliciously obnoxious Placidus!
Esca physically responding to Placidus's advances...poor kid's got himself wound so tight trying to ward off his feelings for Marcus, Placidus is sort of the perfect excuse to let his inhibitions go. The man's so damn relentless.
OH GOD IN CHARACTER BAMF PROTECTIVE MARCUS PLEASE EXCUSE MY GIRL BONER
PLACIDUS YOU HAVE THE WORST FUCKING TIMING, RUINING MARCUS'S JOHN HUGHES CONFESSION MOMENT LIKE THAT
OH I THINK WE ALL KNEW MARCUS HAD A KINKY SIDE
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Date: 2012-05-11 02:12 am (UTC)I just love the dynamic that you´ve created between the boys. I love Esca-the-little-fucker and Marcus-the-big-nice-beefy-American, they work perfectly together. And in bed too! Toppy kinky yet sappy Marcus? Hell yes!
And let´s not get started on the secondary characters : you managed to make me like Placidus, which I think is the first time it happens since I´ve been reading fics in this fandom. Lithian and his sisters were great too.
So thanks a lot for sharing!
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