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Time Like This
Avenged Sevenfold. Brian/Zacky. ~1641 words.

They didn't get a lot of time together like this, the luxury of stretching out on a real bed that was stationary and actually meant to accommodate a full grown person. A short scene from a sofa bed.


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Where Chicago Sleeps Tonight
Avenged Sevenfold/Panic! at the Disco. Zacky/Jon. ~1180 words.

This was supposed to be part of a small series of vignettes but it kind of went in another direction. For alexvarkatzas.

At 10pm, he takes a six hour flight from McCarran International to LAX, and no one asks why he's going to California. Jon considers they might already know that, too, but he isn't ready to think about it yet.


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COLLAB. (WIP)

alexvarkatzas and I, we're trying something new with this. Probably disjointed and lower case, but we're excited. :]


trust your heart (your heart)
alexisonfire; dallas/george

no, i won't go, i want to stay here with you / i guess we will have to figure this one out.




dallas doesn't remember the certain sequence of events that gets him to this point:

george kneeling in front of him, on the floor of his bedroom back in st. catherines, and his hands are fitted on the little dip under dallas' hips, half hugging with the press of his forearms against dallas' thighs. he's looking up, they're both wearing their glasses, and then george is trying to push dallas' t-shirt up and nose underneath it. he presses his mouth to the warm skin on dallas' belly, right under his belly button, above his belt, and kisses the small rounded curve.

"dal," he says, and his hands flex and tighten and let go again. fingers hooking into the tops of dallas' pants. he says, "i'm not messing," and "this is for keeps," and nuzzles the thin line of hair, kisses again.

dallas has nowhere else to look because he can't look at george anymore, his black frames and wide eyes and stubble-lined (open, soft, goddamn hopeful) mouth. so he tilts his face up and blinks at the ceiling, as if it will offer up what he can't seem to find in himself; what he's afraid to see in george.

dallas doesn't remember how they get here, only that they are and here is where he's always tried to stay. and the voices are faded in the background, and george is quiet like not a lot of people know he can be, and the sleeves of his hoodie are worn and starting to fray like the cuffs of dallas' favorite jeans.

he feels messy hair, a forehead, press against his belly, and tightens fingers around the back of george's neck and thinks: keeps.


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ciwwaf ficlet
Cute Is What We Aim For. Shaant/Tom. ~1000 words.

I really only know what I know about this band from personal research, so if it seems vague, well, there's a reason. Any factual errors are also my fault; if Shaant is like, a vegan or something in real life, I apologize. This was written only with ogodthe in mind, completely and specifically for her. Really short.


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Individuating From Gregor Samsa
Avenged Sevenfold. Brian/Zacky. ~5040 words.

Genderswap. So fair warning: het and girlparts.

For ogodthe. I love her and she supports my crack habit. Brian in this is for her.

author's note: This used to be titled as part one of a series called Five Things That Never Happened To Zacky Baker. I finally realized the rest of the parts would probably never be done to the extent that this one is, so it's been retitled. Kafka!


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