Fandoms: Person of Interest (TV)
20 Jun 2020
“If you need feedback or guidance, my office is always open,” Mr Finch says, his eyes tight. The last time John had come to his office hours, he’d locked the door behind him.
You're a dancer at Eve's Garden moonlighting as a sex worker; Andrew Ryan hires you to seduce Fontaine and steal his secrets. That's right sweethearts: honey trap fic.
It’s just your average Friday night date; there’s attempted murder, the food’s named after sex positions, Fusco is there.
“I don’t care who I am,” Will says, followed by “Tell me,” and Hannibal smiles inwardly and obliges, because didn't God make man in his image?
“You don’t believe in anything,” he’d said, and Grantaire had replied with slow insurance; Enjolras remembers the burning in his eyes that he’d come to associate with alcohol, but now he thinks maybe that’s just Grantaire.
Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn't even opened his mouth yet. That's got to be a record, even for them.
"I need a favor," he says at last.
"With what?" says Grantaire. "Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I'd be awesome at cults, I just know it." He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. "I love chanting, I look great in robes—"
(High school AU. Grantaire the disaffected stoner is pulled into a cause bigger than himself. Or: in which there are pretend boyfriends for great justice.)
Bookmarked by odalisque (fifteenstitches)
20 Jan 2015