Halfway out of the dark.
Somehow I got into this Fly! Verso and Peach! Gustave AU so here are my contributions to the AU so far~
“You better keep your dog on a tight leash, Boss.”
“Don’t worry… I do.”
You ever just write a crack fic for your crack ship?
Written because I was inspired by the lovely people on the New Lumière discord server. Wanna join the chaos? Send me a dm!
—🪰x🍑—
Flyso is hungry.
He is always hungry and looking for food and today the humans finally returned with fresh fruit.
Flyso buzzes over to the newly laid out peach, its curves succulent and enticing. When he lands on it the peach jumps. “Oh!”
Flyso flies into the air. The fruit in the past never talked to him before.
“Oh hello, I couldn’t help but notice your voluptuous ass and I wanted to eat it. Would that be ok with you Mr. Peach?”. Flyso responds.
“Please , call me Peachstave.” The peach peeks over its butt (?) and continues “the humans plan to eat me eventually anyway so I don’t mind if you have a taste.” The peach presents itself and its curves.
Flyso buzzes over to the peach and begins to rubs his little fly hands together in excitement.
“Thank you Peachstave. I love you.” Flyso takes a bite. Peachstave blushes. “I love you too”. Peachstave doesn’t know Flysos name yet and perhaps he never will.
The end.
Have you heard the good word of the juicy 🍑?
I am not sorry for this. 🪰🍑
You ever just write a crack fic for your crack ship?
Written because I was inspired by the lovely people on the New Lumière discord server. Wanna join the chaos? Send me a dm!
—🪰x🍑—
Flyso is hungry.
He is always hungry and looking for food and today the humans finally returned with fresh fruit.
Flyso buzzes over to the newly laid out peach, its curves succulent and enticing. When he lands on it the peach jumps. “Oh!”
Flyso flies into the air. The fruit in the past never talked to him before.
“Oh hello, I couldn’t help but notice your voluptuous ass and I wanted to eat it. Would that be ok with you Mr. Peach?”. Flyso responds.
“Please , call me Peachstave.” The peach peeks over its butt (?) and continues “the humans plan to eat me eventually anyway so I don’t mind if you have a taste.” The peach presents itself and its curves.
Flyso buzzes over to the peach and begins to rubs his little fly hands together in excitement.
“Thank you Peachstave. I love you.” Flyso takes a bite. Peachstave blushes. “I love you too”. Peachstave doesn’t know Flysos name yet and perhaps he never will.
The end.
Relationship Level 10
Ending [A] Life to Live For
“And that’s why the chroma here isn’t as intense as the areas around it”. Gustave is quite proud of his explanation however Verso doesn’t seem focused on the words. Rather he is focused on the man in front of him.
“What?” Gustave turns to him with a smirk. “Surprised someone who hasn’t been in the canvas as long knows as much or dare I say *more* than you?”
Verso laughs and shakes his head playfully.
It’s been a few months since Maelle was able to convince Renoir to leave the canvas. After gaining the knowledge of the canvas Gustave had been restless to discover all its ticks and secrets. Verso pounced on the opportunity to explore more of the continent with Gustave, alone, without any potential interruption. It was perfect.
And right now this moment was perfect. Just like all the other moments alone with Gustave before this. Once again Verso finds himself admiring the beauty of the man in front of him, but this time Gustave looks at him with love in his eyes.
“Just admiring” Verso smiles.
“Well come on we have to test a little higher on the cliffs. I have a theory that the chroma will get stronger when we are higher up there specifically but it’s still a theory.” Gustave points and before Verso can register his words Gustave starts moving towards his next destination.
Verso laughs and follows as he reflects how happy and lucky he is to be alive with the man ahead of him.
Ending A- Part 2
In this life, our future is ours.
Gustave and Verso share their wedding dance at the place where they shared their first kiss.
❤️
Relationship Level 10
Ending C: Our Last [C]hance
The air around them is serene and deathly quiet, thick and almost hard to breathe. Even though the tree is moving in the breeze, the rustling was muted.
Not much earlier, Maelle went to confront Renoir about the canvas, leaving it vulnerable to Clea or even Renoir himself.
Once Verso realized Maelle left the canvas and that it was without a paintress he knew their time was absolutely finite. He decided to bring his lover to the one spot he had planned to eventually propose if they only had more time.
“I wanted to wait a little while before we came here”. Verso takes Gustave’s hands in his and brings them to his lips, kissing them softly.
“But seeing as this is my last chance”.
No more ‘maybes’ or ‘probably’s’. This is it.
Verso kneels down on one knee and conjures a ring- a beautifully gold band ordained with many black diamonds that encircled a larger central diamond, perfectly fitted for Gustave’s flesh hand. “In another life…. Would you have married me?”
The way Verso phrases his question both makes Gustave’s heart flutter but also fill with a sinking dread.
“Oh Verso… Yes, of course. I’ll spend what time I have in this life and the next with you. You know that.” Gustave allows Verso to slip the ring on his finger and he pulls Verso up to kiss him.
And Gustave kisses him deeply and desperately like it’s the last time he ever will kiss Verso because any one of these kisses can and will be their last.
The two men lose themselves in eachother mixing from kisses to quiet sobs mourning a future that was stolen. Nothing matters anymore. Only they do.
There is no warning like before, no shockwave, no sound… just the russling of leaves mixed with petals and the sudden feeling of being lighter.
Gustave immediately grips Versos arms in a loss of balance. His eyes meet Verso’s.
“It’s ok, you’re ok. I’ve got you. I’m here…” Verso reassures Gustave. Gustave feels a moment of panic but then looks deeper into the other man’s piercing blue eyes.
And he can’t deny the relief he sees. And that is enough to calm Gustave. Verso could finally rest. “I love you Verso.” Gustave lets out. There’s not much left of them now, the two grip each-other their bodies disintegrating into petals mixing in the breeze.
“I love you too…” only Versos voice remains in the air, enough to muster ”Gust…ave.”
Then only silence and the faint the sound of rustling petals and muted trees fill the thick air before the color slowly depletes from the trees and grass. The contrast from the sun increases until the world is left a white blank canvas.
—x—
In another life where our future is ours.
How dare they get blood on your face.
Verso's gun is actually kept in check by Gustave—otherwise he'd go on a killing spree. Every time Verso finishes showing off with his gun, he has to return it to Gustave (jk
Omg I love this that last panel I am SCREAMING
Everyone knows not to bother CEO, Verso Dessendre, and his loyal assistant, Gustave, after office hours.
Fair lady, if you would be so kind, allow me to borrow your escort for a while.
And he never gave him back. 😌
That Verstave Mafia AU.
Big thanks to @usesteeledstrikeongustavesbutt for this marvellous AU that has been living in my head for the last few days. I had to add to it with a super short ficlet and a small comic ( which is my first ever one, so there's also that) The comic is after the fic, CW/TW for blood.
Working Late...
By Coldforj.
Gustave wasn't worried. He told himself over and over, he wasn't worried.
He was waiting, his eyes drifted once more to the clock, a frown creasing his brows. Verso was out on a job. A rumour to check and if necessary, a threat to be neutralised. Nothing the man hadn't done a hundred times, a quick and simple affair for one with his considerable skills in that area. That had been hours ago. One thing about Verso... he was never late. His professionalism was a point of pride. Gustave exhaled slowly through his nose and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.
He waited.
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Someone was trying their best to be quiet. They were failing.