And as we celebrate another successful round, the mods and I would like to thank someone who helped make it possible: participant, pinch-hitter, and H&G's Twitter correspondant, skwisguarded — who not only kept updating our feed, but even wrote several last minute fics, despite AN EARTHQUAKE IN HIS OWN TOWN. Let's give it up for him, guys! <333
...But now, you all must be dying to know who your Secret Valentines were. Well, keep reading to find out! :D
Charles/Nathan | Charles/Pickles | Nathan/Pickles | Nathan/Skwisgaar | Toki/Skwisgaar
Pickles/Other | Toki/Other | Other and Multiple Pairings | Group Pairings and Gen
Getting Over It (NC-17)
Charles climbs out and follows him, watching the wind off the high road brush Nathan's hair away from his back and wondering who the Hell Nathan is tonight, and whether or not tonight is going to be the night he finally makes good on those drunken death-threats— and a fine time it would be for it, really, the Klokateers have no idea where they are, anyone could just walk up and—
"What the Hell is your problem?"
Deth by Murder (C/N, Charles/Assistant Manager; PG-13)
On Twinkletits’s empty plate there was a note. Oh, a clue! Awesome! Nathan snatched it up so he could read it first.
Nathan cleared his throat, more for effect than anything else, and read the note aloud. “‘Dear World, I have grown tired of living and find myself filled with hatred for me, so I have decided to murder myself to death. Sincerely, John Twinkletits.’ Whoa, brutal!”
Blood Ties ( NC-17)
Nathan quickly learned that Charles was a lot stronger than he looked, and faster besides. He really had to put his back into it if he didn’t want to get trounced.
He also learned that Charles wasn’t afraid of fighting dirty. For instance, Charles wasn’t above snaking a hand down Nathan’s pants to get a firm, stroking handful of him. Then Charles would somehow twist around him, and he’d be on top, his lips to Nathan’s ear, whispering nasty, inspired things. Half the time, Nathan didn’t even realize he’d lost until it was all over.
Twice as Smart (PG)
Pretty Tied Up (R, may be NWS)
by seasonsofwither and aegoceros
Hand Gref (PG)
Negative One – Forty-Seven (N/P, Nathan/Pickles/Skwisgaar; NC-17)
Pickles guessed him and Nathan had downed a couple too many beers when Skwisgaar had caught them shirtless and tongue tied. Nathan did that thing he'd always done where he froze and didn't let you go, but it was cool because Skwisgaar just raised an eyebrow and rubbed Pickles' ass. Probably too many beers, because it wasn't just songs they were blowing through after that.
To Be Weak In Your Arms (PG)
Not Your Typical ‘Hey I’m Your Dick Just Reminding You I’m Down There’ Hard-on (N/P, Ofdensen; PG-13)
He took another large sip of brandy and let out a low growl. I could tell he was trying hard to put a name to his pain, but the words just wouldn’t cooperate with him. I leaned forward, propping my chin up with my hands and watching him closely. It wouldn’t be something I could coax out of him, he’d have to voice it on his own. And then, all at once, he did:
“I THINK I’M GAY!!”
The Copper Heart (NC-17)
"What's it gonna take to make you stay?"
Oh, and there was an intriguing opportunity right there. Visions of crimson swelled behind his eyelids, the thought of bending a body twice his own size to his will, warping the mind to match as rivulets of red that marked them both... Years of carefully crafted denial crumbled to dust in his mind, destroyed utterly by the temptation. His pants were too tight now.
This could not be ignored.
"Okay. Maybe there ams one things."
Untitled (PG-13, may be NWS)
A Picture's Worth Some Awkward Words (NC-17)
"You guys should just leaves," Skwisgaar said, looking at Nathan, then glaring at Murderface and Pickles in turn. "You's ruins our dinners-meal."
"Good! I alwaysch knew you liked Skwischgaar better than me! Validation! Feelsch good. Ha, no wait, it doeschn't."
"Why are you dressed so nice?!" Pickles demanded, and then his jaw fell open, and stayed that way. "Nathan!" he exclaimed. "Dat's your date hair!"
Immigrant Song (PG-13)
“That dildo goofball is wit’ me also,” he replied, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at the still-bewildered youth behind him.
Skwisgaar scoffed in annoyance and, barely turning around, grabbed Toki by the shoulder as he passed by and dragged him close to his side, towards the owl-eyed clerk. “This idiots here. Is my cousin, from back home. He’s never seen the New Yorks befores.”
Love is... (PG-13)
Be Mine (NC-17)
Toki, who had already been missing notes earlier, found himself stumbling even more as the colorful screen shifted from "fun to look at" to "mesmerizing" to "holy shit can I touch it?" He fully expected to lose the match, which would put him behind by three songs instead of two, but he was beginning not to give a damn. He could feel nervousness begin tiptoeing up his spine, swathing his skin in gooseflesh and driving his eyes toward Skwisgaar’s hollow-cheeked face.
Common Ground (Pickles/Murderface, NC-17)
by skwisguarded and supes_
“So dood... why don’t we ever talk to each other like that at home?”
“I don’t know,” Murderface shrugged. “We’re probably too buschy hating each other or schomething.”
“...Yeah. Hey. Did we always do that? You know, hate each other?”
“I don’t know. I don’t hate hate you.”
“So what, you like hate me?”
“Yeah. Scho? Don’t make a big deal about it or anything.”
Untitled (Tony/Pickles, PG-13)
Victory March (Pickles/Skwisgaar, NC-17)
There's a bit of quiet, as the sight of Pickles leaning and stretching and reaching like a snake has absconded with Skwisgaar's attention. It's not so much the subtle little shifts of muscle in his lean legs, or the compensating angles of his shoulders and his hips as he climbs out of the hot tub without any self-consciousness about his nudity, or even the dusting of little walnut-brown freckles over his back and shoulders. He's just so... small.
Sharpie Tattoo (Pickles/Skwisgaar, R, NWS)
The Rabbit and the Octopus (Dethklok Ensemble, Toki/Pickles, PG-13)
"I've been here before," Florida murmured quietly. "I know it. I've been here."
"Thisch plasche doesch scheem familiar," Snowy added. He padded over to a nearby tree to inspect the marks some other creature had left behind. Though he could not read the words, "Planet Piss", carved into the trunk, Snowy decided to not mark over them, sensing they were important, somehow. "I wonder who livesch here?"
Your Life was Ended by Mermaids (Nathan/Toki; PG-13, may be NWS)
Drown (Charles/Toki, Nathan; PG-13)
He looked up when Toki pushed a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Charles had his mouth open to tell him to quit, but the overwhelming concern on Toki's face silenced him. "You wants the hugs?" Toki said, his voice low, though not so low that Nathan and Pickles didn't give them funny looks.
"Maybe later." But Charles did want a hug. He wanted one from Mommy, but Toki would do. When he thought about it, he had wanted a hug for 40 years.
Civil LARP (Toki and girl!Murderface, PG)
Deaths (Charles/Toki, R)
The death Toki brings with him everywhere, hovering all around the way clouds enfold mountains or the radiant last gasp of light roaring eternally in space above the event horizon—Charles understands at last that it's always been so much more than simple bad luck, more than even the irresponsible sociopathy of a spoiled child.
Toki is an act of nature.
Wrecking the Halls (Nathan/Toki; NC-17, NWS)
Other and Multiple Pairings
As Sin’s True Nature Is (Toki/Pickles, Nathan/Skwisgaar; NC-17)
Skwisgaar sighed. “Pickle likes Toki. He always looksing ats him. I don’ts likes old men tryings to mess wid someone so innocent likes dat.”
Nathan sat next to Skwisgaar on the bed. “Dude, you are really drunk right now. Pickles doesn’t like Toki, he likes that Tony guy from his old band, remember?”
“Ja, well, dat guy t’inks he ams a chickens.”
Suits (Charles/Knubbler, PG)
Untitled (Charles/Knubbler, PG-13)
Sepia Knubblerface (Knubbler/Murderface, PG)
I got you a tittyfish (Murderface/Knubbler; PG-13, may be NWS)
Group Pairings and Gen
Dethula (Dethklok Ensemble (Nathan/Toki/Skwisgaar), R)
by lemone and wikdsushi
You see, Mr. C. F. Ofdensen was not an estate solicitor by trade. His father had chosen the profession for his son not long before being found with his throat cut, the letters C-H-A traced by his hand upon the bloody floor. C. F. Ofdensen's passions lay in the darker side of the world's nature, including the fantastic: vampires, were-beasts, phantasms, and ethical Members of Parliament.
The Metalocalypse (Dethklok Ensemble, PG-13)
Untitled (Nathan, Toki, Pickles; PG-13)
Pickles snapped his fingers. "Ah, feck, Toki. Ya did it a favor! It was jest a wirm an' it was gonna drown. At least ya killed it quick!" When the kid didn't respond, the drummer nodded desperately toward Nathan, looking for help.
Nathan blinked. Fuck! He wasn't any good at this shit! "Uh... yeah, Toki. I mean, it's better than being gored on a hook and then torn apart by fish! Whoa, good song lyrics—"
Nate's Boys ( Nathan, Toki, Pickles, Skwisgaar; NC-17, NWS)
Fishes (Toki/Skwisgaar, Nathan; R)
If Nathan were them, he would take himself to Walmart or someplace and get a whole shitload of photos made. But, ugh, God, that was totally lame and not metal. And he couldn’t picture Toki or Skwisgaar dressed in anything other than their grody week-old jeans and pit-stained shirts they always wore. They’d have to have a redneck wedding or something to look normal, with cutoff flannel shirts and grungy camo pants and why the fuck was he even thinking about this, Jesus, time for another beer.
Tea Party (Toki, Pickles, Charles; PG-13)
Note: how these pairings are labeled is not based on dominance.
If you're still confused, just read this. :)
But that's not all!
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