thebackstage | a little kink [the It's Curtains kink meme]

GUIDELINES/RULES:

All requests- smut, fluff, gen, or otherwise (alternate murders, anyone?)- are welcome so long as it's about It's Curtains. Fic and art fills are all good.

This is for all rounds of It's Curtains. Intermingled cast requests ("what if so-so and so-so from this and that round met?") are acceptable.

Stay anon because it's funner that way.

Use proper trigger/content warnings for sensitive and/or offensive subjects, just like you would in a game proper. If you don't, it will be deleted.

This is a judge free zone; however, be mindful of character ages, esp. in regards to the younger characters.

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Have fun, darlings! If any rules are violated please don't hesitate to to PM this account or alert one of the mods.

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The minute a sacrifice is mentioned, at least four people turn to look at Valjean. "Do not dare move from this podium," Javert hisses - for all that he still says Valjean is a criminal, he has taken the spot next to the man, and for all that he rarely uses his name he hasn't said his number aloud in weeks.

"I wasn't going anywhere," Valjean demurs. He's looking down at his podium, where the contents of their memorial are laid out: red scrunchie, red scarf, red-headed doll, all bound up in a bundle of black crepe. "There must be some way out of this without losing another of our number."

Darla snorts and casts a sidelong glance at Captain Hook. "I can think of one we wouldn't mind losin', if ya catch my drift."

"Without losing any of our number," Valjean just repeats, in that mild tone which means he will not budge. The survivors have learned to listen when he speaks like that.

Meanwhile, D-ne and Eliza approach the stage. "I know it seems as if you're alone," D-ne says, echoing something he told her once, smile small and brittle. "But I'm from a story, too. We are alike in many ways, Balladeer-san, you do not need your Management to find that."

His response is sharp, but they see the hurt it hides. Eliza uses her name and her history, all the stories she's told him, drawing him down to sit on the edge of the platform with recollections of Alexander and General Washington. "We've had no control," she sings to him, "Who lives, who dies - but we wouldn't ask for anyone else to tell our story."

There is no True Love's Kiss. But Eliza holds his hand, and D-ne stares down the stagehands well enough to go sit beside him, and there are many kinds of True Love. It isn't quick and dramatic, but it's enough.

When the Leading Player arrives, the lights flicker and dim overhead, chandeliers swaying ominously. The crew comes too, as if summoned by the dark. "People, um...people can always change!" Hime declares to them. She's had her arm linked with Astarte's since the ghostlights began, when the other Astarte had a strong and strange reaction to the name Judas Iscariot, but now she is the one who seems to be drawing strength from the contact. "Just because you've been our enemies this whole time doesn't mean you can't still be our friends later!"

"Except that one," Natalie comments after Squeaky Fromme's retreating back. "She can totally go."

Javert might have said something about all these offers of clemency, had Valjean not touched his arm and shook his head as he finally left his podium. Instead the Inspector watches with sharp eyes as his once-prisoner circles the flames, until he's come to where the Balladeer, Eliza, and the Leading Player are talking. The three stand shoulder-to-shoulder like a rock, and let the Player's determination break on them.

The mastermind still walks away, but when she does, her path is lit by the glow from a single silver candlestick.

When the dead return, it turns out they had two weddings while everything was happening. The Pirate King is beaming with pride, and Judas Iscariot throws his last handful of rice into the air before stalking off to harass his former castmates.

I'm going to cry, I love this.

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