not just any kind of love
New Johnny/Paul fic. ‘Johnny comes home early to find Paul fresh out of the shower and decides to remind him that he wants him no matter what: scars, baggage, and everything they’ve been through.’ Partially inspired by this gifset on Tumblr. Preview below.
When Johnny returned home from his afternoon shift at the club, he could hear the shower running, the old pipes in the building groaning to keep the water heater going. Whiffs of steam escaped out of the crack below the bathroom door. Johnny dumped his jacket and hat on the chair nearest the door, before plopping down into another one, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. Listened to the sound of the water hitting the tiles, the faint sound of it against the plastic shower curtain. Johnny missed the sound the water made against the glass shower door, but after Dublin he’d understood why Paul needed it replaced. Many things were an adjustment after Dublin, but Johnny was willing to make them because it meant keeping Paul, when he’d been so close to losing him.
The shower shut off and Johnny sat up, eyes opening and going to the bathroom door.
from anon with love, as enabled by shayzgirletc and frigde
To the lovely anon and the wonderful frigde:
Michael smiled at James, who’d stopped to talk to an interviewer about the film or more his role in the film, the film being Charles’ film after all. Some photographers called to Michael, so he stopped and posed for pictures. He felt a bit silly, it was his first premiere since they’d found out he was pregnant. His jacket didn’t truly fit anymore, barely buttoned over his baby bump.
They hadn’t told the news to anyone publicly, not since the almost slip up during Graham Norton, which Hugh was still apologizing for. The tabloids had gone crazy after that, trying to get any sign of proof that the news was true. When they weren’t doing press for the film, he and James stayed home just the two of them. Michael’s parents and James’ grandparents had both called, wondering if the rumours were true. Besides Hugh, they were the only ones to know the truth. Now, standing at the film premiere, their film premiere, Michael wanted to tell the world. He glanced over at James who was still enthusiastically answering questions.
"Hey Michael, any chance those rumours are true?" one of the photographers or perhaps another interviewer asked.
Michael looked down at his stomach, unbuttoned the jacket and struck a pose, one that prominently displayed his baby bump.
"How’s that for an answer?" he asked with a grin, as the cameras flashed around him, photographers working quickly to capture the moment.
Fans around them cheered, many shouting their congratulations. Michael looked over at James, who was shaking his head but smiling. He motioned for James to join him and after he thanked the interview he’d been talking to, he quickly walked over.
"You’re ridiculous," James said, wrapping his arm around Michael’s waist.
"But you love me anyway," Michael replied, leaning against James.
James placed his other hand against Michael’s stomach, giving it a gentle rub while photographers continued to snap pictures and fans continued to cheer and snap pictures of their own.
"We’re going to be all over the internet by tomorrow, you realize that right," James said.
"Yeah, but isn’t it nice to finally not hide?" Michael asked.
"Yeah, I suppose it is."
James leaned in and kissed Michael’s cheek.
"I love you," he said, smiling and rubbing Michael’s belly again.
"Love you, too."
As James had predicted, by the next morning the picture of Michael proudly displaying his stomach was all over the internet, accompanying the headline ‘Michael Fassbender and husband James McAvoy announce they’re expecting!’
'And there’s fantasy, there’s fallacy' My first sub!Michael fic. Written for clarounette, for her prompt from the Autumn Extravaganza: ‘Prison AU: Michael is a criminal in prison, and James is his guard. You can take it from here wherever you want.’ Thanks to significantowl and kageillusionz for betaing for me. <3 On LiveJournal & AO3. Preview below.
Michael had been stripped of his jumpsuit and laid completely bare on the narrow bed. James had removed his shirt, leaving him in only a simple, white tank top, and undone his pants before securing Michael to the bed. The air of the room had been cool against his skin, a contrast to James’ hands which sparked warmth wherever they touched and teased, preparing and opening Michael, just barely on the edge of pleasure and pain.
Michael closed his eyes, the cold metal of the cuffs tight against his wrists, straining against the frame of the bed which groaned with each of James’ thrusts. His hands gripped Michael’s hips, potentially leaving bruises that would last for days, as he held him in place. For several minutes the only sound was that of skin slapping against skin— James’ thrusts rough and relentless—and Michael’s shallow panting. One of James’ hands came up, snaking around Michael’s neck and squeezing tightly.
"Eyes open," he commanded.
I’ve cleaned up and posted some of my Johnny/Paul ficlets from tumblr to AO3. I decided to post them in a set with the previously posted ficlet ‘Just to hear him play’ The entire set is called ‘Currency of love’ and I’ll add more ficlets as I write them.
It was the reason he kept coming back.
Paul comes home and takes care of Johnny.
Johnny knows Paul will come home to him eventually. He can and will wait. Paul has other plans.
Mallory keeps her promise.
James tugged at his jacket, buttoning it up and watching the buttons strain against the holes. He huffed, pulling at the jacket again to force the buttons to their normal place.
"What’s wrong?" Michael asked.
"The jacket’s not fitting right. Maybe it shrunk?"
"Maybe, but I doubt it."
James turned to him, frowning as he let go of the jacket. Michael walked over and unbuttoned it, careful not to strain the fabric or buttons any more than they’d already had.
"You look fine without it buttoned," he said, rubbing his hand over James’ stomach.
James put his hand on Michael’s.
"What’s wrong?" Michael asked.
"I know I said I want to go and I do, but… I’m there to be your arm candy and I just… I look… silly," James replied.
"You look wonderful. You’re not just my arm candy. You’re my pregnant fiancé and I love you. And if you’d rather not go, that’s fine. I can go alone. I won’t hold it against you, if you’ve changed your mind."
James nodded. Michael pulled him into a hug, holding him close.
Inspired by this pic because my brain wanted the cute. (inspired by cute kitties but not actually about cute kitties…)
It was mid-afternoon when Michael returned home, the house quiet and calm. He quietly made his way to the bedroom, peeking into the nursery on the way, finding it empty, neither of his sons asleep in their cribs. He found them in the bedroom with his husband, sound asleep with James’ arm over both of them, keeping them safe as they slept in the middle of the bed.
Michael smiled as he slipped off his shoes and carefully climbed onto the bed. Lying on the opposite side of James, he reached across to put his arm over their sons, fingers brushing James’ shoulder. James opened one eye and smiled at him.
“Love you,” he mouthed.
“Love you, too,” Michael mouthed back.
They smiled at each other again and looked at their boys, sleeping peacefully between them.
James woke up early all on his own the day of the premiere. Tried to force himself back to sleep and when that failed quietly climbed out of bed, leaving Michael to sleep.
A half hour later, Michael found him in the main room mid-yoga pose.
"James," he said.
"Hmm…" James replied, staying in the pose.
"Are you okay?"
James stood normally from the pose as Michael walked over to him.
"Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked, wrapping his arms around James and holding him close.
"No, I was waiting for you," James replied, wrapping his arms around Michael’s waist and ducking his head under Michael’s chin.
Michael rubbed his hand along James’ back and kissed the top of his head.
Two days before their trip to Scotland, James and Michael had one more doctor’s appointment. While waiting for Dr. Griffon, James sat upon the exam table, rubbing at his stomach, the action not the same soothing motion he found himself normally doing throughout the day.
"You okay?" Michael asked, reaching over to place his hand on James’ hand and keep him from rubbing too roughly.
"Yeah. I think my body finally realized I’d gained weight without its permission and is retaliating."
"That’s normal. Your body is adjusting," Dr. Griffon said, as he entered the room, James’ chart held in his hand.
"Even the itching?"
"Yes. There are creams you can buy that help with the itching and stretch marks."
"Good to know. Thank you."
Dr. Griffon nodded.
"So, any other concerns?" he asked.
"Nope. Only want to make sure they’re okay before the trip."
They were on set, wet and muddy. Michael saw him across the way, sitting in a ditch smiling at the person he’d been sitting next to and laughing. Michael’d been on his own, wishing he could go join them, could use the conversation and company. Looked to the director, who was already turning his attention back to them. When he looked back, James was looking his way and offered a smile as the director told them they’d do another take.
When James had called asking Michael to meet him for drinks, Michael’d said yes. He missed James, had been a few weeks (nearly a month) since he’d last seen him. Though he maybe shouldn’t have mentioned his Christmas plans or lack thereof.
"Oh come on, Mike. You can’t spend Christmas alone," James said.
"I’ll be fine. Really," Michael replied.
"I won’t take no for an answer. You have to come over."
"To Christmas, with you and your wife and son."
"You’re my best friend, which makes you practically family. Anne-Marie won’t mind and Brendan will be happy to see you. You always know how to entertain him."
"As fun as that sounds, I’ll be fine."
"And what are you going to do? Stay home alone? Go to the pub?"