wordcount: 9,836
tags: canon-compliant, episode fic (2x6), missing scenes, domesticity, fluff, homosexuality, mutual pining, almost-affair, morality, politics, extended metaphors, we hear for you
Greg grows a lot between the weekend the Roys spent at the Pierces' estate and another weekend, many months later, at the Argestes conference. Tom blooms in tandem, just before a scandal arrives to cut them short.
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On the Christmas Eve and Day of 1832, at Mr. Roy's grand new estate, they feast. And nevermind the world they're in, (almost) no one goes around talking about principles.
wordcount: 32,565
chapters: 5/5
tags/warnings: selkies, supernatural elements, period au, ambiguous time period, lighthouse keepers, ocean motif, dog motif, domestic, autumn, winter, falling in love
Tom’s desires for vertical movement within Royco are met with an assignment that sends him far away, tests his will, and most significantly introduces him to a strange and mysterious cousin of the family he’s come to know. With only each other for company, he and Greg each attempt to make the most of maintaining a Nova Scotian lighthouse—to look forward to the rewards.
wordcount: 7,843
tags/warnings: episode related (vaulter), canon compliant, character study, homosexuality, introspection, mugging, hurt/comfort, hopeful ending
After Tom's wedding, Kendall's attempted hostile takeover, and their transfer to ATN, Greg feels inspired to make more of an effort in improving his own life. What it seems most imperative he move on from are his feelings for a neurotic, possibly closeted, married man.
Just, you know, looking for love in all the wrong places.
at dimensions of 5.25"x8", it's 415 pages - for those of you who judge how long a story is by page length lol. now i can read my 90s fic the way it's MEANT to be read (and so can you if you want)
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wordcount: 139,572
chapters: 27
tags: historical accuracy, Y2K, AIDS, politics, pop culture, affair thriller, sexual content, crime, excess, desire, repression, homosexuality, slow burn, happy ending
On the last night of his honeymoon cruise, Tom meets Greg, who is desperately trying to make it big in the casino. Lucky for the both of them, Tom just married into the family that owns the ship and runs the Parks & Cruises division himself. A deeply charged, drunken night of playing mentor and sharing success simply can’t be left at that.
When Tom later discovers that this man is his wife’s cousin, and Greg, that the man who helped him is his estranged cousin’s husband, it’s hard to accept as a matter of coincidence. Swimming in the same water regardless, the two become bound by a precarious secret. Although this is quickly far from the only thing that binds them. Tom becomes invested in Greg’s continued success and career, and in bringing luxury into his life, needing only his gratitude in return. His own career which encompasses his entire life at home—his marriage that’s been rocky since before it started, his wife and his brothers-in-law all taking heavier roles in the company after the death of their father, his truest inclinations having no place anywhere near the surface—becomes something to regularly escape in favor of Greg’s relative freedom and companionship. All the while that Tom is wary of ulterior motives and furthermore terrified of what he needs, he keeps going to him.
It’s a textbook affair long before their passion ignites. And when it does, a chance at a real life, to be real people, stands on the other side. Greg and Tom both can allow it to remain an affair for only so long.
Greg, broke and burdensome at his mother’s house, is sent to stay with his grandfather for the winter so he can get back on his feet. It’s utterly without excitement until an older businessman flies into town with a deeply coincidental connection to himself, and in the days leading up to Christmas, the two of them seem to be getting followed around.
I've had an intense case of writer's block for the past few years. Now I might be feeling up to it again, so I looked through my Google Docs to figure out where to start. And I found this snippet, which doesn't fit the style of my WIP, but I love it and it must be allowed out of the enclosure.
From the TomGreg/Three Kingdoms fic:
Not until the incident with the Imperial Hereditary Seal did Tom realize how fucked he was.
Greg had pressed the priceless little cube into his hand and whispered, “Don’t freak out,” while standing in front of their lord in his throne room. Only Tom’s years of experience in subterfuge kept him from flinging the object across the room like some kind of flesh-eating hot coal. Because again, Greg had just casually handed him the most politically charged object in the entire known world.
Years ago, this little jade seal was used by the Emperor to approve an increase in rations for a starving region, to sign a peace treaty – this very seal had probably granted Tom’s current lord his independence. It had been passed down to each new Emperor of the Han.
Then, of course, the rebels burned down the capital, the Emperor was kidnapped, and everything went to dogshit. The last person to claim ownership of the seal before their lord was Sun Jian, and they all knew how that had ended: wife kidnapped, troops ambushed, and shot to death with arrows.
Logan narrowed his eyes in their direction, and Tom straightened. And tried to keep his feelings off his face.
Yes, Tom had said they should get rid of it last night, but he had drunk a reflecting pool’s worth of wine. He had also said they should run away and raise horses in Anding together. But that’s the kind of hyperbole one spews after learning that a force of 50,000 is on its way to raze your commandery and slaughter everyone inside.
“REPORT,” hollered a messenger, tripping over his own feet in his haste to kneel before Logan.
Tom took the chance to hiss in Greg’s ear, “The fuck?”
“I panicked, man. I don’t want to die as Minister of the Stables, you know? Maybe we can hand it over to the other side for some leniency?”
“TOM,” Logan barked, “Is there something more pressing than this news you’d like to share?”