Title: Cut From The Same Cloth
Author: Keith
Fandom: South Park
Setting: Unspecified Fashion Show
Pairing: Michael/Firkle Smith
Characters: Michael, Firkle Smith
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 828
Type Of Work: One-Shot, Part Four of the Writer's Month 2022 Collection
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Age Gaps, 10 Year Age Gap, Michael is 29, Firkle is 19
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!
Summary: Michael's business was taking off, and he owed it all to his perfect muse.
AN: Hey guys, it's me again! I just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a writing Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Writteninsunshine! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!
I'm trying to do Writer's Month this month and to keep myself working on these to get all of them done hopefully, I'm going to aim for 500 words or less.
This particular fic is heavily based off of my husband's (punkocalypse) portrayal of Michael! I really wanted to play with this, though I'm not super confident in my ability to describe clothes very well. Hopefully I can bang something out that makes sense.
Smaller warnings for: CGL Mention, and various dark, poetic expressions of love. They're both afraid to say the 'L' word but they still love each other very much.
Cut From The Same Cloth
Firkle sat in silence as his hair was styled for him, he sat in silence through the makeup process, even if he was unsure of the vast coverage of his eyeshadow. When the black and purple spiderweb was added to the corners of his eyes and trailed down his cheeks, he couldn't help but harken back to his emo phase. But Michael knew what he liked and looked good in, even if he'd never done it before, so he trusted his lover's artistic vision.
The black hooded cropped jacket barely covered his pierced collarbones, and the half-sleeves were attached to it by a thin belt in the back. They were belted down the sides with shiny purple rivets and D-rings, matching the halo made on the hood and down the shoulders. Two thick, dark purple chains glinting in the light swooped down his stomach and hooked around his hips to connect again in the back. They bared the harness beneath the jacket and over the white spiderwebbed fishnet shirt beneath it, over the shimmering purple skeletal hands made of silk grasping his chest.
The straps of the harness zigzagged tight on his sides, connecting with the two O-rings in the middle. Another belt just above his navel dripped four more leather bands down his thighs, front and back, attached to rings of lace and leather around his thighs. They disappeared beneath the purple peek-a-boo lace skirt dragging halfway down his thighs in yet another spiderweb pattern, over the crushed velvet hotpants he wore for his modesty.
Boots crawled up his thin legs, the heels behind the platforms carved to perfection in the shape of a spinal cord. Skulls missing the mandible adorned the counter above them, and the whole shoe faded from a dingy white to a stained, dark brown at the base of the platform.
Each piece had been designed with Firkle in mind, from his head to his toes, his makeup to his black to purple faded nail polish, and Michael had spared no expense. Firkle was his perfect muse, the creature he could return to for inspiration if his creativity was stopped up, and this entire collection was made with him sitting in the forefront of Michael's brain. Granted, he couldn't model all of them, and Firkle had protested being a model in the first place. Michael had eventually gotten him to agree, showing him the pinnacle of the collection that caught his eye, much like he'd thought it would.
It blended them both together, spiders, human remains, bones, and Firkle's unique style, his color palette, even. Michael always knew what Firkle needed, what he wanted, and it was intensely important to him to make it happen. Firkle was his other half, the extra limbs that made them a two-headed arachnid, the large, unblinking oceanic eyes that brought the world into the darkness. Their connection was too strong, too deep; A successful removal of either from the other would probably kill them both.
As Firkle started his easy walk towards the stage, a familiar, large, spidery hand gripped his wrist and tugged him to a stop. Instead of pulling his younger lover in harshly, as he was prone to do, Michael was careful with his movements, like trying to preserve dragonfly wings. His hold was gentle, and he was conscientious of every crease in his clothes, and watchful of his makeup when he kissed those purple-stained lips.
"You look radiant…" Michael whispered against his mouth, "I knew you would, but I didn't expect to be so breathless."
"Will I snatch your breath like a cat, then? Preferably while you sleep, a benign asphyxiation?" Firkle smirked for but a second before it disappeared again and he closed his eyes, "I've never done this before. Modeling. I still don't know why you wanted me to star in this."
There were certainly models that had been doing this longer than he had, that would know what they were doing.
"Because, baby, Daddy made this for you." Michael's thumb grazed over Firkle's cheek gently, only smearing a few of the darker threads just a smidgen. He always did love when Firkle was a bit of a mess, "And I did a damn good job."
"I've never met a spider that spun a better, more beautiful web." Firkle's captive smile returned for a second before he turned to look over his shoulder when the music started, "I…" He sighed, slumping forward just slightly, "That's my cue, I guess."
Michael took hold of his hand once more, pressed his lips to Firkle's cheek, and turned him in a slow half pirouette. Smacking Firkle's ass playfully as he let go of his hand and the younger began to saunter away, Michael offered a lopsided smirk as Firkle turned to look at him with an amused snort.
"Break a leg, preferably someone else's." Michael cooed, watching him go before exiting the back rooms to take his seat up front to watch the show.
AN: I have been having so much fun with these little prompts, I'm hardly getting anything else done. Expect a big influx in writing from me, though, I'm hoping to at least do ten if not the whole thing. I hope you all enjoyed it!
Prompt: setting: fashion world