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I suppose it’s the moment of truth for the Jake/Dirk shippers.
and all along i believed i could find you;
time has brought your heart to me,
i have loved you for a thousand years
the big finish. ^o^
“You dip your fingers through your ribs; you close them around it, and tug.
It emerges from your skin with a soft, whispering slide, like the noise of wings.”
WHOOPS THERE GOES MY HEART
BEST DIRKJAKE FIC, HANDS DOWN.
Well, okay, tied with Find a Temple, Build a Temple.
”Jake?” said Dirk hesitantly, his voice devoid of the usual confidence that layered it.
Jake smiled down at him, the lenses of his helmet flashing sinisterly as he tightened his grip on the rope wrapped around Dirk’s body and pulled.
The air was forced out of his lungs painfully and Dirk gritted his teeth and groaned, his chest protesting the constricting force around it.
“What are you doing?” he gasped out, wheels turning rapidly in his head to try and determine what Jake was thinking, what had caused this turn of events, why he hadn’t seen this coming.
He was Dirk Strider. He had all of his, and his friends’, moves planned down to the second. He knew them well enough to always know how they’d act and react in a situation. When it was necessary, he tweaked and manipulated them to act a certain way. He was their friend, but he was also their puppetmaster, for the sole reason of keeping them safe.
But now he was tied up.
Tangled and trapped and it was Jake who held the strings.
“And so the Prince lies down before the Page,” said Jake, his voice light and cheerful but with an underlying note of such menace that sent a chill down Dirk’s spine. “It’s bloody horrible when you’re not in control of yourself, isn’t it Dirk? When someone has you pinned.”
He leaned down, the spastic light of his skulltop hurting Dirk’s eyes even through his glasses. The teen winced and he swallowed thickly, maintaining eye contact despite the discomfort.
“Are you mad or something, Jake?” he asked, forcing some of the confidence back into his voice and trying to pretend that his friend wasn’t right about how freaked out he was about not being in control. “Look, everything I did was to help us. We have to win this game and-,”
Dirk was silenced by a pair of rough, chapped lips descending on his own. Another thing that took him by surprise. His eyes widened and his body froze. Before he could react the lips withdrew and the pressure on his stomach was gone as Jake pushed himself upwards.
Than he was leaning over him on his hand and knees, nose brushing Dirk’s lightly and that terrifying grin filling the trapped teen’s vision.
“Don’t you understand, Dirk?” he whispered, his voice painfully familiar and yet terrifyingly different. “You never had a chance to win this game. Because,”
Jake leaned down further, his lips right by Dirk’s ear, little puffs of air hitting the blonde’s face and causing his already hammering heart into a frenzy.
Jake chuckled and pressed his lips to Dirk’s face, murmuring softly.
“I was already here.”
(Source: mother-fucking-fate-nanodayo)
pssssssst
CISSIE….
I drew dirkjake :u
SCREAMS
Oh gosh, okay, I just love everything about this. I love how you drew Dirk’s hair and I love how they actually look like teenagers. This is just. Wow.
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