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Title: Not Afraid Anymore
Prompt: Discovery
Bonus? Yup
Word Count: 100
Rating: Hard (huh huh) R
Original/Fandom: Original (Cliffton) - only this is... not canon. Fanfic of my own universe. Okay then.
Pairings (if any) Wes and Devin
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): Implied m/m sex
Summary: There's a first time for everything, and sometimes it's scary.

cut for your virgin eyes, but I promise it's not graphic )
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Title: Security
Prompt: I Laughed So Hard and What Would _____ Do?
Bonus? Nope
Word Count:
Rating: PG-13 for f-bombs
Original/Fandom: Original (Cliffton)
Pairings (if any) Nope
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): If you click the link at the bottom, then um... emotional abuse?
Summary: What does Brendan do when he thinks no one is watching?


Spying on Brendan was supposed to cheer me up - a joke at his expense. My typical asshole shit. I haven't been feeling so fucking hot. Needed some kind of comic relief. Wes makes me laugh, but he asks too many questions. I don't want to fucking talk.

Setup was a breeze. Brendan's a creature of habit - showers the same time every fucking morning. With the camera placed, it was simple. Our security system is fucking epic.

What a disappointment, though. Other than his tighty whities, Brendan's not that funny. All he does is exercise. 3 hours of weights, plus the punching bag - comes in at random times to pound it. Rage issues. Fucking creepy. Probably better I'm keeping an eye on him.

But what I saw today - I don't fucking know.

He keeps this tiny robot on his bedside table. Says goodnight to it every night. Weird, but who am I to judge? I've got my share of fucking quirks. Today, he came in, looking like I fucking feel. Picked up the robot, just looked at it a while.

"Devin was right about me," he finally whispered. "My own brother hates me - I'm fucking worthless."



Yup, it's another cheerful day here in Cliffton. Hey, at least it's only 200 words of happiness? Double drabble! This one takes place, um, a few weeks after this other super happy story. I swear I will write something goofy again for this universe. And maybe someday I'll write one where Devin has redeeming qualities? Maybe.
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"Teach us, O Goddess!" they cry, assigning me the largest hut and best rations. They don't take "no" for an answer. Never saw a robot - can you imagine? Strange pale faces alight, they beg to see my sorcery. "Shoot the blue light again! Make your eyes glow."

I turn on my InvisiSuit; a few of them faint.

To me, their ways are magic. Brains untainted by Neurovision implants, charcoal scrawls on thin sheets of "paper". Curves and softness and freedom. Spices and scents with no purpose other than pleasure.

They've got it wrong - it's I who needs teaching.
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"Teach us, O Goddess!" they cry, assigning me the largest hut and best rations. They don't take "no" for an answer. Never saw a robot - can you imagine? Strange pale faces alight, they beg to see my sorcery. "Shoot the blue light again! Make your eyes glow."

I turn on my InvisiSuit; a few of them faint.

To me, their ways are magic. Brains untainted by Neurovision implants, charcoal scrawls on thin sheets of "paper". Curves and softness and freedom. Spices and scents with no purpose other than pleasure.

They've got it wrong - it's I who needs teaching.
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I've memorized my bedroom ceiling. There's the grease spot near the center. Wes threw a slice of pizza once. Who knows why, except he's Wes. Near the window is a greenish splotch - a spill in Devin's attic lab. I analyze the shapes of those stains like a child watching clouds.

The burn mark by the door, though - my eyes skate away from it every time.

Brendan lost his temper - fired a nanoblaster. That's my brother, so hotheaded, always ready to sacrifice himself for a cause. And he did.

I don't look over there. Looking makes it true.
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I've memorized my bedroom ceiling. There's the grease spot near the center. Wes threw a slice of pizza once. Who knows why, except he's Wes. Near the window is a greenish splotch - a spill in Devin's attic lab. I analyze the shapes of those stains like a child watching clouds.

The burn mark by the door, though - my eyes skate away from it every time.

Brendan lost his temper - fired a nanoblaster. That's my brother, so hotheaded, always ready to sacrifice himself for a cause. And he did.

I don't look over there. Looking makes it true.

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