Rated M
Goodnight/Billy, Sam Chisolm POV, friendships-centric
3444 words
co-written with @adirotynd
Post-Rose Creek, Sam gets caught up in an unplanned misadventure to avenge an old wrong done to Billy, contemplates Goodnight and Billy's communication style, is annoyed by their creepy telepathy, and questions his loyalty as a duly sworn warrant officer, more or less in that order.
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You’ve heard of writing a new fic for a fandom that’s been dead for 5 years, but have you tried making your soulmate do it with you *and* forcibly putting her down as a co-author for it?
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Goolly
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So in theory if I started writing Magnificent 7 fic would anyone want to read it?
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Billy: I noticed we have slowly started to phase the "B" out of our bromance.
Goodnight, down on one knee, ring still out: I mean yeah, I guess
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks, Goodnight Robicheaux & Billy Rocks
Characters: Goodnight Robicheaux, Billy Rocks
Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, Pre-Canon, Magical Realism, Soul Bond, Period-Typical Racism
Series: Part 7 of Mag7 Summer Swagbag Challenge
Summary:
Billy looked to the ocean, the ashes of his home and his family covering him like a second skin, and heard the siren song once more. He picked himself up from the ground, the world around him no longer certain, heart hardened to stone, and began to walk.
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Billy follows the song, and finds his knives, and a surprise at the end.
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Title: Trust Ain’t a Dirty Word
Fandom: The Magnificent Seven (2016)
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks
Characters: Goodnight Robicheaux, Billy Rocks
Additional Tags: Developing Relationship, Romance, Allusions to Period-Typical Racism, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Equal-Opportunity PTSD, Unfortunately Poetry
Summary: Since meeting Goodnight, Billy's carefully-maintained walls have started to crumble one by one. It's terrifying — and might be just the sort of thrill he's been seeking.
Art by @whereverigobillygoes, who understands the meaning of summer. (Click here for fullview.)
Written for The Magnificent Seven Big Bang 2018.
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Dying is hard but coming back to life is harder.It's made harder still if you don't know you can actually come back at all. Because who has ever heard of coming back to life and not only that, but bringing others back to life with you.
Billy could say quite confidently that he's never heard of such a thing and now he's living it. Much to his own surprise and confusion.
Hey y’all! I’m currently writing a Robirocks and Varaday combo fic that I thought I’d share on here.
Cuz I love gay cowboys, they give me a lot of emotions.
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Canon: The Magnificent Seven
Pairing: Goodnight Robicheaux/Billy Rocks
Rating: Mature [R]
Word Count: 9,536
Summary: He wakes up to the harsh red Mars sun through the window and Billy reclining in the room’s one pathetic armchair. Goodnight isn’t sure if the other man’s slept. Billy says, glancing up from his data pad, “You’re really Goodnight Robicheaux.” Or, the space bounty hunter AU no one asked for.
Rec: Cowboy Bebop fusion, for the win. 'Cause space cowboys are the best and don't these two translate in character so very well.
{More recs for this fandom can be found here, and the pairing here.}
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Scrap
Robicheaux cuts himself off, laughs quietly. “Do androids dream of electric sheep? No, I can say with definitive authority that we do not.”
“Thought you said you weren’t an android.”
“It’s an old - never mind.”
“So what keeps you from going berserk and massacring everyone around you?”
Robicheaux raises his eyebrows. “My, but you’re a direct one.” When Billy just shrugs, he looks away, mouth still twisted up in the corners. “There’s an owl.”
He stops.
Billy waits for a few blinks, but no, the words do not resolve themselves into sense. “An owl.”
“An owl,” Robicheaux confirms, swinging his artificially brilliant blue eyes back around as if in challenge.
Billy resists the urge to run his hand over his face. Fucking Emma fucking Cullen. Ain’t gonna be easy, she said. But it’s not the hardest job you’ve ever done, she said. Won’t be like the shit the Belties have you doing, she said. You’ll like it, she said.
Should have gone over the contract with a fine-toothed comb. Hallucinating robots might just have been the deal breaker.
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Easter Prompt 2/3 for @bachaboska , Magnificent 7 Prison AU: Billy x Goody, M-Rated, Prison Chaplain!Goody x Inmate!Billy. Excerpt:
Of all the prisoners in Rose Creek Correctional, ‘Billy Rocks’ was the most enigmatic. He’d been inscrutable during his first counselling session with Goody, and monosyllabic during the second. He kept showing up, reluctant as he was to talk about anything remotely personal. Besides, it’d been months, and Goody still couldn’t shake the feeling that ‘Billy Rocks’ wasn’t actually a real name.
Billy looked up as the prison guards let Goody into the sparse room. No windows, one exit, but no two-way glass, at least. Goody wished counselling sessions could take place in the less cell-like surroundings of his office, but Rose Creek was a max-sec, and Billy was doing time for murder. The guards locked Goody in. As always, Billy flicked a brief glance over Goody, taking in his faintly rumpled shirt and tie, his pressed trousers, the tattered bible that Goody held before his belly like a shield. Then he waved Goody with lazy irony towards the spare chair. If not for Billy’s orange jumpsuit, it would’ve felt like Goody was the one being counselled.
“Hey Billy,” Goody said. He sat.
Bonus imagery (though Goody doesn’t wear a collar in the fic): upcoming film where Ethan Hawke is a tortured priest:
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working on a crack fic 🙈🙈
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I am crying in the club fam!!!
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Today’s warm up sketch, probably took about 20 ~ 30 minutes. First time drawing these two. I love these cowboy husbands, they are magnificent.
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