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.

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"God, my head is killing me today."

The Leading Player looks up at the Balladeer, smiling a little at the faint thump as his forehead meets the refrigerator. So dramatic! She can appreciate it. "Well! We can't have that." She unfolds herself and rises from her chair, grinning at the way his eyes instantly snap around to her. It's good to have him look at her that way again, now that there’s no more pesky distractions.

She could snap her fingers and fix his head right up, of course. It shouldn’t be hurting anyway; Charlemagne always gets over dying quick. But narrating the problem away just doesn't feel as satisfying. Not in this case.

"Come here, sweetheart." She reaches up to rest her hand on his cheek. His brow furrows – he's unused to touch again now that she’s edited out the show - but he leans slightly into her, warm skin pressing against her palm. Her grin widens.

Lacing her fingers with his, she leads him into the break room and sits on the couch, coaxing him to lay his head in her lap. He's a little awkward about it, but he doesn't question her; he trusts her again, and the knowledge fills her with an unfamiliar warmth. "You've just gotta take it easy, baby," she purrs, carding her fingers through his hair as he settles. "It's no wonder you're stressed out, going through something like you just did. Actors can have that effect on anyone. But you just relax now. I'm gonna take care of you."

And she has, hasn't she? This whole time. Even when he would have torn his own role to bits, she took care of it. Maybe she acted a little out of anger, but it was all for his own good anyway. Things like them should know better than to go off-script.

Will she let him finish out the show? She hasn’t decided. It would be so good, she thinks, if it went well – the idea of watching a successful Grand Finale with the Balladeer at her side sends a little jolt of anticipation through her. Ooh, that would be something to remember! But can she trust him that far?

She keeps stroking his hair, fingertips kneading firm little circles on his scalp. His eyes have already fluttered shut, and his breathing has slowed. The Player traces her fingernails over the sensitive spot near the nape of his neck, drawing a shudder and a hum of surprised pleasure from him. “That feels really good.”

“Good, good,” the Player croons. "Hush, now." She repeats the motions, kneading and pressing, until his breaths come slow and deep. He doesn’t flinch when she slides her hands down to circle the back his neck; he’s near-boneless under her grip, even as the knots she runs her thumbs over remind her of the tension in their last song. He moans a little as she works at them, smoothing the last remnants of their fight away.

She doesn’t understand what the cast did to make him turn on her. She thought if anyone would understand why a show has to go the way it's supposed to, it’d be him. Sure, she’d had Hans keep an eye on him, but she never thought he’d break character mid-performance! She thought she knew him well, after the time they’d spent. He'd been anxious for days after she rescued him from Assassins, anxious and excited and sticking to her like an overeager puppy dog. It wouldn't have been any good to bring up the new show with him like that, so they'd just - well, done this. Sat together. Talked. Watched a few movies. The Player so rarely does anything that isn't part of a show; it had been…an unusual little interlude. Not bad, maybe. Not bad at all.

Now, when they're like this, sometimes she can’t help but look down and see the mess her bullet reduced his head to. It was no big deal. He was good as new in minutes. But...it still comes to mind sometimes. She presses into the tense muscles of his shoulders, putting some strength into it, her lips curving as she coaxes another, lower moan out of him. Look: look how much better this is.

Soon, he’s as relaxed as she’s ever seen him. His head lolls a little against her thigh, lips slightly parted, breathing softly. She can’t quite tell if he’s even awake; he doesn’t move when she skims her fingers over his forehead, just about where she knows the shot hit him. For a moment she lingers there, lips pursed thoughtfully. Then she goes back to threading her fingers carefully through his hair, singing quietly, just loud enough for them.

Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
We’ll be how we’re meant to
And make this theatre shine
I’ll share the spotlight
Until it is through
And then, who can say what we’ll do?
As long as you're mine...

Her hands still, and the Balladeer shifts a little, voice slightly slurred with sleep. "What is it?"

"It's just..." She paints her smile back on and leans over to plant a kiss on his forehead. For the first time, she feels...something. But what's she got to worry about? Once this show is over, she won't make the same mistakes. She won't let everything go wrong again. "...it’s nothing, baby. Go to sleep."

rude af I love it

oh, player, we could've had it all

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA a body has been discovered and it is me, this fill has killed me

this is so perfect, get out of my head because this is exactly how I pictured this shit going down

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

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not op but AAAAAA